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She punched his arm. “Maybe if I was cute as her, you’d get home quicker. You think?”
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6700
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She chalked her breakfast companion up to a hallucination, thanks to the fun sized amount of painkillers splashing around in her system and promptly fell asleep, excusing herself for being such a bad hostess.
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15473
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His first assignment was to enter the ghetto. His eighteen year old mind, easily and malevolently conditioned, urged him to rid the parasites that stole his father's business, his family's inheritance. His blue eyes, intelligent and strong, were full of rage. He…
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3181
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...all I see are smoky-white trails of spent fireworks...
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8282
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No matter what Mom did we thought she was amazing. She was sixty different women, feeding us meals, stitching our clothes when torn, keeping our house together.
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1319106
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“Ol’ Betty has a nice set of headlights,” he says with a wink as he springs out of the recliner.
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6941
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"How was it his fault?" Mom wonders.
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The bus heads west on Route 36, toward the next stop – Howell, New Jersey. After driving ten minutes, and after crossing the tracks, the bus gets a flat.
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Later I take his hand, and I lead him up the stairs. I want to show him something, I say.
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3630
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M swallowed a watermelon seed and, within a few months, began to show. Her boyfriend was irate. All the good times we’ve had, and now a watermelon seed has done us in.
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122210
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[He] practiced aromatherapy and licentiousness, in no particular order.
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93520
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A rock group named Stuck Gas Pedal. Another named Tweezer. A group of young punk-rockers wearing neckerchiefs named Mein Kampfire. But wait, there’s more.
A song called “We Were Being Facetious,” co-written by them all.
Lost Flyswatter. That
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My breasts came out like pimples. Tom grew hair around his chin. It felt like a movie of us getting old.
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11200
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She’d first met him when she was twelve years old. Beakman had noticed her and her penchant for attracting strange things, thereby needing to be rescued from them.
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His hands felt huge, like those of an amusement park mascot, puffy and devoid of sensation. His feet small, tiny mouse appendages not exactly limbs but more like molded action figure parts.
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