88 24 12
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1 0 0
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For those who have borne the brunt of war.
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142 13 8
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Ray's boy sets up the Claymores. Then, with the rest of the patrol, he lies and waits.
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96 12 7
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It suddenly seemed so banal.
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60 8 5
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We have brought our defeated flags out of hiding. I lay mine on the table under the naked bulb....
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59 10 7
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“Can you let the love win?” she asked.
A reasonable question.
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121 24 12
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Imagine you are a goddess in a field of war. You look into the haunted eyes of someone dying, a young man, a beautiful man, dark hair, dark eyes, red blood, vast pain. And his soul begins to sing to you his ache before his vision is eclipsed. “They were…
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102 20 14
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I snap on the BBC's silly play. We sit, wait, listen.
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1043 2 1
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Well, yeah but no one that wasn't pointing a gun at me, mostly. I shot at a lot of people but there were only three times when I can honestly say I know that I blew someone away.
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110 6 2
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He's dead. He's dead, she cried. I still didn't move. I stayed there until dark. I thought it was my fault.
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64 1 0
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I'm too exhausted to fight them in the middle of the night and I mean them because the dog starts to growl if I try to remove Evan back to his bed from there. They have formed an enemy pack.
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1177 1 2
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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824 0 0
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I have hate and it is black not midnight, crisp fresh clear. Unadulterated. It is dirty, poor, gritty solid rough like unripe stone fruit. A peach, mealy and dry. The killing, effete, endures. Silent, my repugnance, sick, eats…
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1236 2 1
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Pull her from the water and check
her pockets. Shouldn’t death tattoo
a message on each palm it removes
the pulse from.
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1 0 0
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Soon he is daydreaming again...
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