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A story for Valentine's Day
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Deployed to Afghanistan for more than half of his two-year marriage, Trent is coming home for the holidays. But which holiday, exactly? And will he make it?
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Sorry Glenn Gould, I said, but our princess is in another castle. After that, Glenn and I went to an all night diner and ate scrambled eggs.
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Molly, Molly, Molly, freckled tits, flame-red hair and a smile the size of Kansas.
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“Why won't you let me watch you?”My stomach twisted with anxiety at his question, but also with excitement. Tim, my boyfriend of a year and a half, lathered soap on my back as we stood under the hot shower spray. He loved these post-sex showers as much as I…
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The initial speaker on the platform is musicologist and philosophy professor turned political activist . . .
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I wanted her wearing nothing but perfume, wrapped only in the smoke of new incense, a single bangle on her wrist. Maybe some pearls, her skin still dripping water from diving to gather them.
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I wasn't sure what I would find when I arrived in San Francisco but I knew what I wanted to find: a fully outfitted three masted schooner, ready for sea. Having just finished reading Herman Melville's novel, Omoo: A Narrative of Adventures in the South Seas, my mind was…
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Those of us who were nearby looked at you and said, where have you been all our lives? We’ve been waiting for you for so long.
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Her words were soft and clear, yet I asked her to repeat them. “I said…my mom died. Dad called a while ago.” Samantha sniffed long and wet, her gaze settling on my hands. She once said that you could see…
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“He’s fascinating. Okay, Algebra 101: If X is hot and Y is ignoring her, then Y is what? Gay?”
“I’m getting a D in algebra,” I said.
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No, she hated the vain, overweight, pathetic, glass-of-merlot-a-day, SUV piloting, Carmen-cell-phone-ring-toned, housewives and consumer sluts that charged through the store like starving hyenas through the fallen, decaying, putrid, corpses of a plague-ri
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She walked briskly on near desolate downtown streets past ads bursting shamelessly from walls, buses, newspapers, parked cabs, pretty soon, she thought, the entire world would be ads: ads ads everywhere, the Mona Lisa drinking a Diet Coke, the Vietnam Mem
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95th street is the biggest cocktease in the whole fucking city, Finnegan thought to himself while he lay awake on his sweat-stained sheets listening to the strained wheezings of his grandma’s oxygen tank in the next room, drowned out intermittently by the
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A bumblebee with a slight drinking problem wants to watch his favorite helicopter show... when a clumsy zebra knocks over his TV! So the zebra and his girlfriend, a rocket ship, invite the bee to their home.
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