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There are many times in my life when I look back and wonder how things would have been different if that one single day, one single moment, had never occurred. If I hadn’t gone there, if I hadn’t seen Tony, if I hadn’t sent him instead of going myse
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When Elvis died, I felt so empty that I headed straight for Jimmy Choo's, but quietly, with the half-veil of my pillbox hat draped low over my face. I didn't want to draw attention to my vintage Dior mourning outfit, since I normally wear pants, even here. The voices…
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“Ok. It’s about the day my dad blew up the school…”
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I said, “If this rose doesn't grow another petal in twenty minutes, I'm burning down the neighborhood.” “Just let it go,” said Paul. “No,” I said. “That's what's happening right here.” “You'll try again next…
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There was an ownership about the makeshift carnival. There was a therapy there.
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Our next door neighbor is in love with his cat. His wife sits in our kitchen crying her eyes out.
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Surrounded by a stressfull sense of trying to understand the human condition. The flawed characters in the story speak of past violence and conflict. It is about a boy who is dealing with a recent suicide attempt on his own life & the regrets that come wi
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Almost on cue, Xavier emerges and is in the vendor’s face. “X,” as he is known around here, is indoctrinating the obvious newbie on the merits of showing up earlier and the logistics of placeholders and markers.
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Passing for a dead boy ain't gonna be easy.
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Her thumbs tucked beneath the waistline of her pants, slightly pulling them down to expose the eternity between belly button and bliss. I looked up at her as I slid my tongue along the rail of her hip, sucking at its point.
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We all have friends that would drop everything to save us. It’s the times we don’t need help that they’re not nearly as attentive.
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When you return home, one year to the day that you left us, you will wonder if you can do it all over again.
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I landed in Manila a poor man.
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The drive back to Murphysburg that winter looked different. Trees bowed down to the road, their limbs made heavy by a glistening coat of ice so thorough that every crevice and bump on the trees was laminated with the freeze. The earth had taken on a damp
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Unadorned tragedies pinpoint the worst angles of the road; simple crosses or bouquets line boulders painted with car crash smoke or skid marks that tiptoe to the edge of cliffs and then, apparently, leap.
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