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Baseball diamond. Cut diamond. In my hands, I can feel the way the pieces shiver and slice into my skin. The cut of the diamond; the cut in between finger and thumb.
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Q: How do you explain immaculate conception?
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161022
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It was 1986 when I met you. We both lived on Decatur Avenue in a tank that had enough room for you, me, and all our fake plastic accoutrement. I was 30 years old -- really old for a jellyfish. Some people thought I'd die sooner. But I knew better. I was…
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She's good with scissors, too, knows how to slice up her seams. Nothing up her sleeves, you can see when she turns herself inside out. And she won't even charge you a fee.
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Mort’s hand-mind suffered electrifying-absence-emptiness; no wife.
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Screamed all the way to the ground.
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She says she’s afraid of snakes, but Candy walked out there anyway, in the dark.
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The painting was on loan from a gallery in Chicago. We stood there connecting the dots.
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I peel off my shorts and tee-shirt, step out of my shoes, and crawl into bed. She wakes up then. "Oh, my goodness," she says.
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118600
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"You look awfully familiar," said one of the corrupt oil company execs to the dark-haired man with the sunglasses and big sideburns.
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You are present with me, fighting against the weight of the raven-colored robes of night. I am by the window. The cold air, indomitable in its mission, has breeched the glass and I struggle for warmth. I doubt you are equally affected.
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8321
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Empty is The House of Death Once there was a world where the dead stayed dead (at least for the most part), and the living remained in that transient state…
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That was the first time I went over the wall. No bird opened its mouth to chirp. No wind blew. I staggered a little on the stony edge.
And dropped down. I changed in a cafe. Shaved. Emerged as that rare thing: a new man. My clothes were old, saved for
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When she was eleven, Margaret still believed in mermaids. She would fasten the neon diving rings that her mother gave her to her ankles and swim around in the pool for hours. By the end of the afternoon, with chlorine-swollen skin she would wince as she…
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I cover him up with the Weekend magazine when I use the toilet.
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