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Keni
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Players
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She spent long evenings mooning around dreaming she was Marilyn Munro. Then entire weekends grafting on her play, being Arthur Miller. Being Marilyn was a breeze. Everyone loved her and the gnawing on her insides was easily masked by a fifth of whiskey and a deeper shade of lipstick. Arthur was a bit more tricky. That damn second act was a bitch and the G-men were constantly banging down theâŠ
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If You Left Me Now
If You Left Me Now
If you left me now: I would have six years to fill with hate. I would pour sand in a bucket to suffocate the little things - those precious little things that you never needed.
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Birdman
Sometimes the wind blew so hard, it blew scraps of paper, wrappers and dust from the gutter â clear up to the twenty-fifth floor. You wiggled your toes through the railings, and you saw the birds go higher. You watched them wet their wings in the clouds.
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Birdman
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Sometimes the wind blew so hard, it blew scraps of paper, wrappers and dust from the gutter â clear up to the twenty-fifth floor. You wiggled your toes through the railings, and you saw the birds go higher. You watched them wet their wings in the clouds.
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The Green Line
Your ex has a weak case. Flimsy, my lawyer says, and gives a little snorty laugh into her coffee mug. It has âLaw Divaâ written on the side and she sets it down on a photograph of a baby, made into a mouse pad. The bubbles on the surface of her coffee popâŠ
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Yeah, Okay
âIt would be apreshated if gests would take there shoes off.â
Itâs a handwritten note, in childish block letters, taped just above the doorbell. Thereâs a drawing too. I would have expected a pair of sneakers or maybe some feet, but instead itâs aâŠ
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Crack (2)
Et voila! says Jonnie, with a flourish.
Itâs pretty sweet. The place is okay. You step out of the elevator. One of those key lock elevators that open into the apartment, like in the movies.
The ceilings are high and molded. There are tall sash windowsâŠ
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Menthols
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Iâm sitting outside on my deck in the early morning sun, smoking a menthol while I drink my coffee. I donât smoke, and if Iâm honest with myself, the cigarette has really ruined the taste of my espresso. Since Sara left, Iâve been doing a lot of thingsâŠ
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Vertigo
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Last night, you held out your hand and said, âDonât be afraid of falling.â You have an open face, a face I can trust. Iâm close enough to see the freckle under the arch of your brow. Below: another world, moving silently on invisible wheels. WalkingâŠ
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Pardon My French
Heâs standing at the pisser and this is what he sees, printed on the subway tile in crude red sharpie:
âmichel FoUCault is cRap??â
This is the philosophy library john, on the third floor of Doolittle Hall, on the campus of a mid-sized MidwesternâŠ
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Tea For Two
Howâs Barbara? was all she thinks she said. Nothing more than that. Nothing inflammatory, like, whatâs that crazy sister of yours been up to lately, or, I heard some story from Denny about where she was last Saturday night. Definitely nothing like that.âŠ
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Feel Good
Where the kid got shot in the face and lay there all night before anyone found him â down by McCormick Park. Up to the right thereâs a red and white sign. You never noticed it before, but itâs been there a while, and it says: Chuckâs Detail And Hand Wash.âŠ
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Rufus
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So I had to get rid of the dog. I didnât want to, but I had to, so I put an ad online and the next day I get this call.
âKinda dog is it?â
âWellâŠâ I hesitate, glancing at Rusty, over by the TV, wiener dog body twitching under collie dog fur. âSurvivorââŠ
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A Shallow Place
âDry drowning,â was what they called it, but the newspaper articles were wrong. It was a âsecondary drowningâ â and this I had learned in my first (and last) year of medical school, along with the fact that I was incurably squeamish in every respect.
âWhyâŠ
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The Third Girl
The third girl who came to mow my yard did a neat job then took me inside. She left me with sheets full of grass clippings and three tiny pinecones (under my pillow).
[xnihilo] Trifextra challenge
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An Honorable Discharge
When two became five in 1974, you learned the drill quick, took it all in your stride. (When nappies became diapers, you stormed that bridge too.) A real trooper, said your husband. Briefcase under his arm, car keys around a forefinger, he blew you aâŠ
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Starting Over
Wednesday at the Club, Selma pulls up a wicker chair, looks at me over the table number (our regular â 23), says: âIâm breaking up with you, Leonardâ, and I just about bust out laughing. Itâs the way she says âbreaking upâ all serious, and pulls a paperâŠ
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