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I snap on the BBC's silly play. We sit, wait, listen.
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110330
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He was still on the ground...
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51286
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Linda smirked. “Nice try. ‘The truth oft times is spoke in jest.’ ”
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14584
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Drunk driving the Beemer out to the track with her nestled beside him, feeling lucky, Mahler on the Blaupunkt...
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100
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Soon he is daydreaming again...
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Soon he is daydreaming...
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140600
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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100
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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100
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A cold night in Vermont. I pick up the phone, hear her say my name, and I’m back in a Las Cruces cantina almost a decade ago.
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200
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I pulled on my sweater and walked through the fields to where I could see ships come up the Channel. He might be on one of them.
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11421715
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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85331
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Coming down the stairs, you didn’t see me at all. I watched you lumbering closely. I wondered what they’d done to you to make you move this way.
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16787
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A cold night in Vermont. I pick up the phone, hear her say my name...
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7894
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Children were drawn to her in the way sunlight seems drawn to still water.
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87300
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Mr. Skunk looked disdainfully at the window. “When the fuck do we get out of this place?” It was mostly rhetorical as the Skunks were all stuffed and inanimate.
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