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This wasn’t my first time, ever, but it was ours. This wasn’t the life of a pigeon after sex, you know, sucking some soda pop off the pavement. This was real. This was me up there on your ceiling! And I’m not so fond of lightning either.
If you thou
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Entering that darkroom is like slipping through the barrel of a rifle.
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There was a hole in my tooth. It wouldn't let anything go.
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I’m not in the habit of just hanging out on the corner handing out “free stuff,” you know. I figured it was going to cost you. But I was wrong. It cost me instead.
You can only float near the ceiling when you’ve become an emptied vessel. No hope or
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Elida had the perfect response prepared for this moment, replayed it in her mind so often that she thought it would come automatically; but now that it's here, she's at a loss. Roseanne's skin is cold, rough, and as the sting from the blow works its way
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I remember Freddie K bringing these fat Thai joints back with him from Viet Nam, and just one of those things would get us all so stoned at parties in Jolene’s upstairs apartment that we felt as if we could float down the long flight of stairs like we w
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The calls come in a few times a week. When the unknown someone calls Safety Now, Radon Testing and Elimination Headquarters, Mrs. R. wonders who it is that just sits silently on the other end of the line. She wants to say, "Look, if you're a bill colle
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She’s new, with the enthusiasm of a new person. And everyone wants the new girl.
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There was something wrong with this picture. Was he the man she had slept with last night?
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This wand is made out of a unicorn's horn. I know what you're thinking. Gnarled wood. Or maybe twisted metal, after you've felt its weight. That's what you might think. But you'd be wrong.
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I knew this woman would come up eventually. She used to wait on us at Villa Nova, while a bunch of us sat drinking
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It’s waking up half drunk when the lights get flashed on and off and the bartender growls, “Last call.”
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she dumped a whole military rucksack of utensils and pots and pans on top of her late doctor's grave, right in front of his tombstone, but the guardsman was fairly shouting now and rearing back into his desk chair. He was quite engaged with the flickering
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the arc of her invective presumably aimed at the little boy and girl ambling halfway down the block behind her
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Red meat is not her problem. Red meat takes the beating and repairs, reforms, becomes stronger.
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