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Once upon a slime there was an Edenlike place that existed in outerspace all by itself. It was lonely, this little rock in space
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Word traveled fast at school on Monday. Emma Jakowski had actually captured him. He was being held in her dad's tool shed. Anyone who wanted to see him had to be in the Jakowski's backyard by 3:15 that afternoon, chocolate bunny ears in hand. It was no…
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I turn up the music and slip into drone, rock it like a tunnel in canary. When that does not erase his face, I cup my breast with one hand and let my hair fall.
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We can’t see anything except for glimpses of the other’s eyes, hands, mouths when we move.
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For the briefest moment, she was part of the sky. She hung there. Frozen. Suspended. Arms outstretched. She thought maybe she could take off flying, if she strained against gravity hard enough. She would soar into the pale blue until she reached the clouds. They …
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“Your sister is a slut,” said Ma to me over supper.
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I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
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Listen to him barking in the night. Fear shifts on the bed next to you, hogging the covers. Stare at the ceiling and wonder what to do. Forget his birthday. Forget he is forty-two. Forget the phone call from Berkeley twenty-one years…
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A Foreign Affair The two politicians met like first time lovers. They crossed the room with bright smiles and eager eyes. Their embrace was unexpected, and clumsy, fuelled by a mutual need for…
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The hairs on my arm lift with the breeze; a haunting breath from the open window carrying night-scented stock from the black-shrouded garden.
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Now they are sleeping in a poppy field, sun-drenched warm afternoon girls lying on their stomachs and sides, faces in flowers, and flowers blowing, blowing. If this afternoon were every afternoon, the world would be cured.
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When Mr. Hawk died, he discovered something. Heaven was like being the library forever. Hell was like being in the library forever. Only one of those places had Ava Gardner.
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Every one of them will tell you I drank so much malt liquor I could barf up a distillery and that wouldn’t be a lie.
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Listen to me, at the end of all things, and I will tell you her story.
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She’s cute, but she stole the guns. When the officer comes, they’ll have to tell him that she stole the guns.
Someone came in through an open door and took the guns. There was no sign of forced entry. They just opened the father’s drawer and stole th
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