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She is very rich. She will leave me everything when she dies, he says.
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Howard found himself dancing the merengue with a buxom Puerto Rican.
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I opened my eyes and they burned; I closed them and saw my father.
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I’m not here to remember a friend, but to say good-bye to a part of myself.
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Thank goodness Dad died—sounds awful but he left his condo paid for.
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We pushed through the doors, back into the audition, among the lithe adults.
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The mortician who painted our girl was not a somber-suited officiant.
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She’d planned to choose an adult film and lie back with him to watch.
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If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.
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“Tell me how it felt”—he narrows his eyes—“when you first saw her.”
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She holds the shirt to her face and inhales. With a start she pulls away.
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My husband barely noticed, while I felt the sharp bite of her words.
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“Being gay’s not a sin,” as if it's obvious why I don’t belong in church.
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Rules are rules. No one comes this close, this fast. Protocol reigns.
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In the story she was a dripping, chocolate-covered vamp.
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He’s got it out. And I say Who’s there right now? Just your ex-wife.
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She rocks quickly from side to side, proud, lifting herself higher.
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Xin Bao had gotten drunk and stolen a hyacinth macaw.
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Later in the pale of dawn your hair brushed across my forearm.
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“Jesus Christ,” Dad said, after the counselor spelled it out for him.
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A lawyer, senator, judge; laws are what he lives for. His left eye squints involuntarily.
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Doctor, he devoted. When she poorly, he bring her mint tea in bed.
