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- Page 9 and 10: y wayne scheer Douglas Feiffer no l
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- Page 37 and 38: Outside, still shirtless, he thrash
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- Page 55 and 56: Daniel tried to ignore it, but foun
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[poetry] The writer faltered on the
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Here’s a man, a likely fella You
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with those giant-legged jeans my da
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All I remember from the rest of tha
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[poetry] A multitude of species sha
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I love women of this sort. Even in
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shriek. He dropped the cigarette an
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[poetry] There is a secret god I wo
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everything she wanted for him; ever
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He closed the door gently and start
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to say as calmly as possible. “Ca
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The cups throbbed at her nipples, t
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[poetry] It’s a new generation ri
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her hips. Unseen fingers reached in
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“I know, sweetheart, and that’s
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10:25 a.m. Helen desperately wanted
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“Over there.” Martin pointed to
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Helen nodded. “Me too. What a bap
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off. And I was surprised at how man
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[poetry] My town nicknamed, ‘Mini
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“Give me another one, pal,” the
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sadly, as if waiting for him to joi
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esembled the wreckage of a flying s
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too heavy, at which point he gave u
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along with his mother’s and fathe
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[poetry] It stood an elephant of bo
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hair and landing on my face. I stru
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and there is only an apple with a s
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[poetry] I’m no captain you won
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[poetry] I stared at my shadow toda
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No possibility of parole. She took
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grown women aren’t like kids and
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Murderer! She had shouted in incomp
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Lily searched her memory. She strok
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[poetry] Cheru’s the allergic emp
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“Jeff Morris, spinner of tales of
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A shot winged past my left thigh, r
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[poetry] Remember my wedding? How s
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knotted rugs, designer bags and shi
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The angels of the house slept in th
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[poetry] On the glistening ice, a y
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and lay there thinking. I think a l
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No leftovers to clue me in. In fact
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[poetry] My cat eyed girl stands by
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I revved my Rascal scooter with my
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your painkillers—OxyContin, oxyco
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[poetry] Faster I ran, faster it sp
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He frowned at her. “Like, I live
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ut that would have looked just weir
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[poetry] The world blasts in one no
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y m.y. kearney reasoning came to th
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[poetry] Limestone walls twelve fee
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[poetry] —janne karlsson The Lite
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mean, I like good-looking women—t
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“Why wasn’t she picking up the
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wanted to open an account. Now are
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[poetry] We’re all night in the o
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Lifelong resident, Jeannie Stack, i
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interested in the past and the way
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—aletheia adams —janne karlsson
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When I noticed her at the winter ma
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[poetry] Footsteps behind Or in my
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[poetry] I ride a train that’s ca
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that my plots are imaginative and c
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When they got around to celebrating
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[poetry] No longer will we see your
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[poetry] Some ate bread and cheese
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[poetry] (Niles High School, Niles,
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The days are growing long and the n
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morning or stuck around long enough
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know about him and that will keep y
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You want to panic and turn, run and
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[poetry] Crossing that Canadian lin
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walked away with a good chunk of Br
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the cheek, then another on the fore
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“Exactly. It can’t hurt, right?
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stepped out of the apartment. I fel
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for my cowardice. Evolution doesn
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Churned by pendulum-like waves, the
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flower enveloped it, warmth from th
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[poetry] I saw a kindly man ahead,
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[poetry] Amber hair shades my hazel
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Mr. William Gillette has made many
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“Well, I’m glad you see it that
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said, “Very pleased to make your
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you. Now, we are happy to take you
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[poetry] We watched god die as a st
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Sheila leaned on the horn. Trapped
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“Okay.” He turned his attention
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[poetry] Inside the jagged mouth of
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I can’t wait all night, poor Beth
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“Overall…experiment…implement
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“Basement,” I mumbled, terrifie
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The crack of the gunshot breaks the
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You close the doors behind you and
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even permitted you into the corrido
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your new home. It’s not a luxury
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You hesitate before pressing the li
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[poetry] Bodies falling one by one
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scream—the clicking sound startle
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[poetry] Strings sing savagely like
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on the train platforms these days.
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Before he could move, the train’s
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[poetry] The savage bought a suit I
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y leland neville “I’m Detective
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was—the woman who replaced Lauren
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“Why did Olivia leave?” “We d
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[poetry] No friends, only competito
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The song that riled him? “I Can
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include cigarettes appearing out of
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Roberts fears being suspected of mu
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Lizzie Borden: Girl Detective Intro
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Fabiyas MV is a writer from Orumana
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Josh Craven is an attorney and writ
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Stuart Guthrie is an English teache
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Bradford Middleton lives in Brighto
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