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“If Sir would observe, the storm welt, a shoe for the big occasion, a shoe that will guide sir through the dismal passages, a shoe that will roar in the face of adversity and …”
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Shanti disappeared behind the beaded Jesus curtain that acted as her kitchen doow and returned with a bottle of Clorox.
“Take this,” she said. “Use the whole bottle. And come by tomorrow morning. I’ve got a bunch of new stuff from the twenties
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“Everybody’s seen Tom Waits,” Chris said. “Everybody. His son’s a real asshole. I can’t remember his name, so let’s call him Fred. My friend saw Fred walking with his Dad, in Orinda or somewhere, and was like, fuck you Fred! And fuck yo
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Twenty-two tornadoes tore through Toronto, spiraling steel and stone to the streets where she stood, texting her best friend.
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Everything I write is gold, he mused. My words spill onto the page like ambrosia, nectar of the gods, filling an empty vessel with immortal life.
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When Reg Cuff heard that Sandlewick's abandoned Tiny Town model village was up for sale, he sold his home and failing business and moved right in.
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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I passed out one night while I was standing at the sink brushing my teeth.
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He spoke passable French, and had charmed local femmes. But it was a different story when he crossed the border into Italy, and landed in Rapallo.
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Their love was doomed at the onset, yet they engaged in it anyway, heedless of the numerous error messages and critical runtime failures. Abort, Retry, Fail? They selected Retry over and over.
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"If you don't like it then leave!" Sally screamed.
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Often I eat lunch at the hospital. The cafeteria may be the best place to eat in town.
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The first husband was young and lovely. He had a little nose and long fingers he used for things like planting begonias in my clay pot. I did not do flowers. So that was nice.
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She lifts her head, nose heavenward. There’s a wet spot on my dress from our lovemaking, its aroma as heady as Claudine’s bouillabaisse. I hope she smells it.
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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