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Samuel wondered if Megan could hear the brains humming, but like so many of the questions Samuel had for Megan, it was difficult to find the right moment to ask.
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We both looked toward the house. We could just make out a light that was barely visible coming from the side where their bedroom window was. Slowly an evil grin appeared on Darrell's face. He looked at the knife in his hand. "This will do it!" he sa
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the urgent, naked glow of opportunity
or
the dim fluorescent nuisance of an object out of reach
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After months of barrenbowls and plateswe sit down to a shared feastwhich tastes like ashes in my mouthas I wonder if I have starved myselfall year just to watch him suffer.
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She can’t let it go. She loved him so much.
She wondered if he was still alive, even after he rejected her completely and threw her love away. Still I got a message asking if I had heard from him, if I knew anything, or whether he was still even ali
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I have done this beforethis looking for my lost selfbut always with the goalof getting his interest backwhere it belonged,arranging myself seductivelyon the bed or in the kitchen:the two battlegrounds for winning a man.Or so I was told.Now I want to know only myselfnot the…
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You are scaredby my wide eyedwild hairedlimping crying self.I don't care.
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To touch himis to be a traitor to myself,to comfort or soothe himis treason punishable by death,to allow him an iota of humanityis to add another reasonto the ever lengthening listof why I should not go.Instead of just leaving.
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Four years older. You are in grad school in Florida. I am a college sophomore in California. Love for you filled all of my teenage years. Still five months till I turn twenty.
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...cause these oysters were the most famous oysters in the world but no more now, that was years before, in our grandfathers' tuxedo times...
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you're landscape
under her flight path
brother
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I suspend you from the ceiling above this mahogany bed.
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I got out of your car and walked up the brick path to my apartment complex. In the doorway, I turned and waved to you. You honked the horn, a quick beep beep, like a teasing wink, like a promise, and then you drove away.
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When in the richness of your presenceI laze around and yawn and turn,it holds me fast, my very essencebecomes a part of your lost past.And when I stand alone to thinkof what is vanished, mine or yours,I see but still your nursing drink;your hand on wine, then song, then on…
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