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Out where they grow the miles
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She was swathed in black. All I could see were her eyes. She asked if she could have my used tea bag.
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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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I’m not sure how long it lasted, felt like days. My eyes opened and it was dark. I could hear muffled voices, but couldn't understand anything.
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The tiger-eye beads around her neck would wink at me like a nervous uncle sharing a secret with a child. They roll on her sternum like marbles. At night, on her nightstand, they whisper my secret to the patchouli-scented room. How long have they known?
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The officer’s eggs and bacon rested on the asphalt amid shattered ceramic and boot heels.
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When I got out I didn't buy a new suit of clothes, step into a bar, or bargain for an hour with a whore.
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I saw blood. The walls of the bar were completely covered in red shag carpeting. Had I been thrown back in time to the Seventies? It felt as if I had entered Hell itself. No, this was not Hell. This was the Aryan-Brotherhood's version of the movie Shaft. I…
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Oh my God!
The question of whether or not we each have a double has been answered. Yours is living in Louisville, KY. It was you...young you. I already knew it, but seeing your picture just slammed it home. Again.
I knew I shouldn't have told you
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Those Chivas rocks in a plush booth this afternoon, huddled with Amy from upstairs, her hair smelling of lavender, looking at you like nobody has in years.
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There is some debate about what kind of twins they are. It’s a fissure between aesthetics and science.
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How I feel is, I'm a fresh aphthous ulcer being doused in pure lime juice.How I feel is.Remember? Conversion engine. Surface breadth. Great circle distances between cities.Here to Rabat: 4222.08 milesHere to Damascus: 5656.73 milesHere to Quito: 2323.03 milesHere to…
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Jake was himself the whole time, cracking jokes and laughing while he shed his blood, bled out his life, a sacrifice of a kind under a strange covenant.
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I cover him up with the Weekend magazine when I use the toilet.
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It’s never the snow’s fault. It’s just the way your mind works, maybe more attuned to cold than to heat now.
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