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The seated woman dressed in blue with the stark white hair, starts saying, “She’s a wicked witch. This one, she’s a wicked witch, a wicked witch. She insulted me.”
The tall, standing woman with bright red lipstick, elegant at one time, you cou
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"Fifty is prolly as high
as I go," says a broker voice; now,
the chippy is cupping her breasts,
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It drifted into the sea, I say, when you ask me about home. You’ve only known me for a few moments, so you’re not sure how to gauge me. You laugh, and make an Annabel Lee reference. The English teach in me wants to hug you. The New Jersey in me wants
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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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After my father moved in with his girlfriend, my mother sold the split-level and rented a two-bedroom in an apartment complex rife with divorced mothers and the under-employed.
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We all need a place to stay.
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