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L: They're stealing food from my refrigerator.
(L turns in seat 60 degrees)
L: I don’t know why they hired me. All I did was write some poems.
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in a complete rage he lifted his entire golf bag full of clubs over his head and threw them into the creek.
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It started out small: just a cup of coffee, purchased, and an extra one that I gave away.
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The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th's mail cascaded to the ground.
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"It makes you trip...like mushrooms but in a bad way," said one of our friends who had experience with it. Actually, it wasn't a drug at all but a potent incense they sold at the head shop. And so I coughed up a fifty and picked it up when I went there
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The morning of her suicide, Nonny Rice received a letter.
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So here I am. Huddled and shaking like my cousin Barb who came off her Temazepan too fast.
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I was shacked up with another woman while my waitress/girlfriend Arleen was working the dinner shift at this fancy/dancy restaurant she worked at in Newport Beach when who should walk in but Simon and Garfunkel. And she starts up a conversation, bragging
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Mr. Blumberg and I sat side by side on a small couch in the family room. He was watching a football game on TV.
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When they showed up, she pretended them infected with some kind of disease.
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“I want them to play Freebird at my funeral,” he said.
He didn’t look sick, she thought. She felt sorry for him. He seemed so earnest.
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“He died with a smile on his face.” Billy pushed his feet into the sand, squinting at the sun. “Nobody dies with a freakin' smile.” I retorted. Later, while composing music for our roadhouse band, I thought about it. Dying with a smile? Is that…
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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When spring finally arrived in Maine that year and the sap began to run, buds on branches swelled up with a promise of vengeance. Tender shoots of grass arose timidly, rallying in song, a song the birds gladly took up, melting the last resistance into islets of snow on …
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There was a man dressed in stately attire. His name was Abacus, which maybe you find strange, but then keep this in mind: it is, after all, just a name.
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