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It's going to be expensive, but it's booked and I am going to enjoy every single minute of it.
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The poppers, the Viagra, the chorizo – all had been ordered and all had arrived.
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Licking my wounds.
That's what my mother calls it. I'm not really sure what that means or if it's true. Sure, losing your boyfriend, apartment and job in a matter of months can drive someone to do something impulsive. Something crazy. But I've always b
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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145330
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His mother named him Far because she had high hopes for him
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20282
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He spoke passable French, and had charmed local femmes. But it was a different story when he crossed the border into Italy, and landed in Rapallo.
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She looked out the window. It was raining. “Better than snow” she told herself. She didn’t mind traveling. It was good to travel once in a while. By road, when someone else was driving. Like now, on the bus back home. It gave you time to reflect, re
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me and my best mate, with a fat polish girl on his lap, her hip tight against the dashboard and she’s laughing at all our jokes told in very bad French.
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Clare sits bolt upright in the hard plastic chair, warily tracking every passer-by. In her lap, Kim’s hair is damp with sweat, dark blonde curls melting against her flushed cheeks. Clare absently strokes the length, soothing both of them.
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My foot was on the gas, I tell her, one hand tight on the wheel, the other moving the shifter from second to third, briefly into fourth, and then back into second again. I was making progress, whipping my car around corners and ripping through the gears a
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A column of children
yellow striped and blue
and red below black
hair smooth trailing
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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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It is midnight in Utah, but I can’t tell. It always looks like midnight in a cave.
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Besides, that might have been the area of his birth, and if so, Jacob was now the director, priest, pallbearer, driver, and custodian of a hometown funeral
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Over the stained fence the spectres flew and that is where the rain was turning colder and colder in the time when the trees had become mostly bare.
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