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large metal bolts sunk into the pink stones of the patio held our table in place half in the shade and half out. on one side, kurt, john, edgar and david enjoyed the cool umbrage of the awning. on the other, charles, henry, jack and i squinted through the
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In ESL, I learned that I was not like the kids on the Brady Bunch. I was Hispanic. It took me three weeks to remember that. HIS-PAN-IC.
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Then there was Alyce, from your mother’s lesbian moment. Would you count her?
Probably not.
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I’m not the creative type like my friend Bosely, an Irish Setter. I’m a traditionalist. I like to eat exactly at 8:30 a.m. and 6 p.m. I take my bone with me everywhere I go. I will not carry the poop-bag.
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Once the saline drip is connected, the nurse pulls out an injection vial filled with bright red Adriamycin. Sabi chuckles. “Looks like fruit punch," she says.
“You may notice red urine for the next day or two,” the nurse says.
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The old hiker plants his feet firmly in the craggy ground. He musters up gravity; at least, all that gravity is willing to give him. This defiance amuses Notus. He lets the old hiker think he's won.
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I woke up pissed off—like that feeling you get when you take a long nap in the afternoon. Except instead of being on a couch or a bed, I was trapped in a mashed-up Honda on I-75.
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1. If anybody tells you that this story isn't true they are lying. It is a true story; I am lying if it isn't, and I don't lie. It's the story of me, Ms. Emma Wakeling and the Winter I was holed up with her and her two girls, Noranbole and Urine. What a Winter! It…
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They stood before the pumpkin patch. He held her tight against him; his hands grazed hers inside of her sweatshirt pockets. The clouds above were gray and heavy. A rusty sign with a large pumpkin that read ‘Grandma's Farm' swung loosely on its chains…
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Why would he say that? Who are you asking? I couldn't believe it, I mean I knew he was working up to something and he hadn't been happy over at Jay's for a while but I thought that was about his dad and the anniversary thing. I didn't expect this. This was the last…
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The new refrigerator was nice enough: stainless steel, with a bottom freezer, a crisper, and dispensers for filtered water and for ice. It complimented the stainless steel stove that the previous owners had put in before filing for divorce and leaving t
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The old man who reported her also cannot read or write. But he swears it was Fakhriya. Or Faranazh. Or Firouzeh. It must have been. Maybe even that hag Hadeel, he has claimed. She is the sharp-tongued widow that he despises and has long suspected of a sec
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A tale of cruelty, love, devotion and neglect, lust, obsession, ego and vanity, cowardice, courage, fetish and power.
And string.
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It was the evening of 24th of October 1642, the day after the bloody battle at Edgehill. Long into the night I was still attending the wounded from that most horrific of encounters. Working for the Parliamentarians under the tyrannical rule of Oliver Crom
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I stumbled out of the tiny ram shackled theatre in the bowels of the East End of London, my head spinning, sweat pouring profusely down my forehead. I loosened my cravat gasping for the cold night air. It was no use, my breathing became more and more…
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