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She looks at them through eyes flattened by a confused life.
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Was that lipstick on Don’s cheek? This was too much for her to take.
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Mr. Holt had grown old since Beverly last saw him. He looked weary.
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He’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.
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I love you to distraction, she would say. I love you beyond love.
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In Ovid’s tale, the virgin Philomela was raped by her brother-in-law.
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All we knew from my father was that my sister had to be cut from her car.
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Loved this little portal to my past so much that I went looking for others.
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This is what he must have felt when she told him about her affair.
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If, on your deathbed, you want to watch a movie, don’t let me pick.
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I thought fleetingly he might give it to me, as he knew I wanted it.
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Far below, the right fielder circles and stares, mitt raised to the sky.
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“We’re not like other species,” you say, a novelist at night.
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I figured he wouldn’t know for shit if the dog knew me or not, right?
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Pressed against his body, mean with wanting, she’d surrendered.
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The guy from the funeral home can’t get the gurney into the house.
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“When we heard the horn, we left—our faces wet—not looking back.”
