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Whatever it is, he knows some of them would march him into a Zyklon shower if they could.
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. . . our fear of the end of the world is mitigated by the necessity of finding black leather coats we can afford.
I mention this because every one I know except Michelle owns such a coat or jacket. For her, this wardrobe omission is a source of pride
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...where I grew up the only celebrity one could count on seeing was Santa Claus...
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"It was here where he’d first seen the girl—Nan. Slender, with brown hair, pale skin, sitting on a bench, and reading from a pile of papers on her lap."
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After we moved uptown we lived close enough to the park that we could go there on our own (with permission) on weekends and during school breaks to visit the zoo or the pond where people floated their mechanical boats....
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Our bodies bounced like bumper cars through the red-eyed rush.
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we watch out of the living room window
from our third floor apartment
we watch the Boys
taking girls to infested alley ways
between screaming buildings
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The sound of a girl screaming wakes us in the middle of the night
she’s standing out on the fire escape
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A warrior
a coward
fights
in spite of
it all
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Hey look, there’s that seat in between
with just enough space for a butt cheek
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dishonest words poured / from her cherry mouth /she clung to me / like she was my other nut / she licked the / salt from neck / held my shaved head / in between her small pink hands
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The piecing together of last night riles you up from the ground hands on face wipe the grime off your onion skin move jaw rub the sharp pain on the side of your neckscratch your oily scalp readjust your bra and luxuriate in the low-hanging sun.
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I was making good bread as a New York studio musician and jingle writer, anonymous back-room jobs.
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We fell asleep on the couch, alcohol on our breaths. Mambo and cha-cha-cha beats in our knees. Damn two-dollar high-heels left welts on our feet, but we danced all night with different brilliantine men: gold teeth, mustaches, pinky rings that looked too big…
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The DC-9 bounced in the turbulence over the north Pacific waking the dozing Ben Clarone.
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