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Snails roam the sofa, mount its curlicue-d arms and surface: golden snails, mustard-coloured, ink-black. Snails ring my wrists and earlobes, clattering like jewellery.
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I tell my wife that for just $36 you can buy a year’s supply of bananas to feed one rat. Or you can buy a “love nest” for a breeding pair of rats.
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Minerva one night had a change of plans, for Mr. Wright knocked on her door in the form of a potbellied perv with a Vaseline mustache.
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Freedom comes with a price
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She grips my hand, the softest one ever, says, let's go, always conscious of her public presence, afraid her parents will see us together.
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With my heart preserved, I shoved a handful of baubles back in its place: some pages torn from my favorite books, a bass guitar string, a butane lighter, a shot of vodka. I stitched myself back up and left the roof in favor of the attic, where I hung my s
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Dad must have walked around with me 20 times, the store closed around us and finally he said I could have one. They were all in different poses and sizes, with black spots. Except one. One had silver spots.
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My grandmother is magnificently breasted in her floor-length nightgown.
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“While you’re down on your knees, dog-boy, lick my shoes..."
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Jasper Owens was a son of a bitch. He was callous and abrasive and especially boorish when drinking. He was young and handsome. He came from money. He did as he pleased, despite his mother's pleadings. His father, Mr. Owens, had lost faith in his son's…
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Joe grabbed the camera from the asphalt, inches from the woman’s lifeless fingers, pocketed it.
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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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Juliana was a beautiful graduate student to begin with, but when Alex made her a vampire, she became a knockout to die for.
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She ordered us a pizza and we sat at the kitchen table eating cheap two for one deal pizza. I pushed the grease around with a crust. My mother drank a tall Tanqueray and tonic.
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The coroner who opened up his heart would say 'clot.' His ex-wife said anger. His children would offer life, he died because of life.
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