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Mine reads: Continued involvement of a discreditable nature with civilian and military authorities. I was nineteen years old when I watched the Yeoman First Class type those words, and all I could think to say was, “Oh, come on now.”
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“And there she was, with this old man, seated on a picnic blanket. They were tossing a giant beetle back and forth, and the thing was squirming and hissing. A giant beetle, I tell you. The size of a small dog. They couldn’t see me, or hear me whe
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We thought they would be back on after the 10th anniversary, but they didn’t, not even after our President and Premier were gone. The police sure did a good job: a dozen web sites were wiped out overnight; search engines and forums were disabled the nex
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I watched myself tilt my head and coyly smile in the bottom right corner of the chat window-the two off-kilter lamps in the room were casting an asymmetrical shadow over half my face.
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I could smell a bold combination of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and sex excreting from her weathered pores. The bus engine hummed as we climbed a winding road. She scratched her neck and tried to finger comb through her knotted hair. I caught a glimpse of
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"Is all life suffering?" Miss Ang asked as she parked in front of the brothel. The concrete monstrosity stood humble and lost in appearance, but the locals knew what transpired there, as did the truckers and businessmen that frequented the Phetkasem Highw
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Now this—a fifteen-year-old prostitute asking him if he was lonely. When he asked why on earth a young girl from an apparently good home would be doing such a thing, she shrugged. “Because I can.”
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This poem takes place in traffic
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Blow and Rose discover the photo Kimmy sent with her cellphone just before she crashed.
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“It must have some significance. Maybe they can blow it up, get a better look at it.”
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"I'm sorry, Ms. Dickman..."
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Rose v. Motley -- Round 1
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