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...you pile into your Mercury and barrel down the street, the air smells like sea, the night goes forever...
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140795
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I guess it’s extremely difficult to be a decent human being in all aspects of your life.
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110620
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when women’s hair shrinks into tight curly balls and sits on top of their heads like scrunches of wool, blowing in the wind, hanging from the mouths of recently shot deer.
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103200
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"Sorry, I need to confirm the results." Sal turned to Paul. "Is it true that you got stood up?"
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9844
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TO THE RESCUE I'm home from school. It's late spring. I graduate next month. Then a summer job. After that — on to college. I sit on the edge of my bed thumbing through a Russian phrase book. I like…
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11800
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ong after song. Note after note. Swig after swig. The set comes to an end. There is a collective sigh of relief that no more energy need be expended and one of disappointment that the night is coming to a conclusion.
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4811
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I'm finally beginning to accept that you're not coming back.
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80522
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871010
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Beaten felt, dark brown, full of character, worn. Immortal, that hat.
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100
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my body forgets its own music
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7381312
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First, hold a lime in your hand;
wrap your fingers around it and pretend
it’s something else
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31555
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Steve Kramer was a brilliant young artist on the scene in New York in the 70s when I was starting out as a writer. He built little electronic dioramas displaying stuffed rats in various bizarre settings. Flip the switch and they would get fried in a little rat-sized…
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