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I fear my personal information travels the World Wide Web/
and mad Ukrainians will steal my name and wealth./
I fear the fiscal cliff and raising the ceiling on national debt./
I fear a death by taxes.
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193125
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“God dammit, the Hemingway test! I need to know if you're a man or a fucking pussy!”
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14032
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“We're at war and this is our bunker.”
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14853
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14352
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“At least you won. Better you broke his thumb than he broke yours.”
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137294
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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550
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The Suburban Cowboy Old West Snack Platter It's quiet out there. Too quiet. Dust devils spin like drunken dervish dancers and scraggly tumbleweeds cartwheel through desolate streets. You lean back on your chair outside the front door of Miss Kitty's and listen to the…
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11942
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“I'll clear my calendar.” Both men laughed.
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18762
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“...where Lincoln ate.”
“Here? In this room?”
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15895
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“My name is unimportant. What is important is that as a representative of the Worldwide Action Coalition Klux of Oligarchists I'm here to relay information.”
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15153
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“You really don't know what I do?”
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13452
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“It wasn't very well written, Aloysius. Sorry.”
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16623
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“Nobody's gonna believe the satire bit,” she said. “And even if they do they'll check it out anyway. You know they will.”
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16842
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“Something at the school. They didn't tell Miriam what happened, just said they're taking everybody to the hospital. Get Joe and tell him we have to get there ASAP.”
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16333
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Every siren in the goddamned District of Columbia and probly Northern Virginia screaming through the streets.
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