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dancing on cardboard made of Canadian trees. A hope for a Tim Horton's to open near our little village in South Alberta before we go mad. A haunted Gretsch at the top of a stairway
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All this clutter and yet everything keeps its place from moment to moment and day to day. The books with their covers. Ground black pepper. The dust on the Soloflex. The simulation
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One nice evening at our group home, Matt said, "I just wish I had friends." Tibor said "thanks" and left for a long walk. Kai just went to his room. "I wish you did, too," I said.
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I knew someone was trying to jam my mind when the infrastructure of the evening seemed to simplify itself into 3:4 patterns instead of the usual 11:17:23 and so forth. My thoughts
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asked if I could at least have my old desk back, but LT says the new kid wouldn't like it. Now what? Drink to oblivion? I'm already missing. Luckily my old partner looked me up.
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Identity theft is no laughing matter. I take the same attitude in selling paper to those who need life to give them a break for a change. I want to be that break. So I sell paper c
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When she took a closer look into his eyes, she could see that it was as he said. He handed her a handbill. Tomorrow at the Dirigible Field an expedition to find wilderness would be
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and furthermore had deliberately avoided learning how to pronounce (although I did know how to spell it). That alone should have exonerated me, but Mother sent me farther from home
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Matt Messenger was puzzled. He had only snuck a sprinkle from his stash into the mushroom soup, but the customers were conversing with the soup before even tasting it. Some kind of
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but both were disillusioned about sex, since one had married Grandma after the other had widowed her. The ghost of my former grandpa is said to have tormented Grandma's second husb
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murmured, “Notably Oolong Tea from California. I want it all gone; that’s what I want.” Taichi waved his hand in front of Yuki’s allegedly blind eyes; Yuki slapped his hand aside.
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So, as usual, the world’s greatest lover routine bombed out. We’re talking bigtime loss. Really freaking big. Like, bigger than anything you thought was real big times a billion.
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Who am I trying to kid? I know why my Uncle wants me to change stinky diaper-Dan the devil’s kid’s stinky diaper when I visit; it gives him a chance to harmonize his exploits with
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, but who “HE” was, and how “HE” had the power to assure me of anything, had not yet been determined. I knew of his antics; they were eminent, but I was merely a witness, which I
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bra strap, you greedy little bastard!” I assumed my sister had weaned her 24-year-old stepson off the ninny, but I was wrong. “Listen, “I disclosed. “Your husband is a freaking bat
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nice." "But the sign says 'No shoes, no shirt, no service'," I argued, "it doesn't say anything about skirts." The barista frowned. "Okay, but would you mind wearing my apron?"
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First the body lets you down, and the mind just drifts, nowhere to be found; soon you feel the wheels of progress, slowing down, and you enjoy those moments of, empty sound…
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for a pretty penny. Intellects like yours Jensen are too far & in between. Naked wonder, thanks to my device, is all the abundance these yokels need," the barker told him baldfaced
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I decided to buy a 6 month bus pass for my dog. She was 4 already. It was high time that she walked herself. I told her so. I put the bus pass on her leash. "Transfer to the 22E at
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The first thing that Sven Dollard noticed about this new space he was in was that it much tinier than he was. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE appeared in wispy letters before his eyes. Rheinm