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you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
This wasn't how it was supposed to be
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She always was devious in her beauty
How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
How the West Was Lost
How my Father was excommunicated from the LDS Church
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
Charles Bridgeman
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
How was Trump at Munich?
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
How's she cutting?
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was free
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
How I was thrown from a car at 45 mph
How was the play, Missus Lincoln?
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
She says kill. I say how many.
Do you remember how small your body was when you were five?
How she saw the moon
Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
middle of summer how crazy it was
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
She was locked in time
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
That's Just How He Was
How was the Bible canonized?
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Because, perhaps she was cold
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was too beautiful to be human
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
she does not know how much I need this
She Was 18, It Was Summer
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
How America was mapped
Sympathy for the Mongols & How The Rise of the West was just sheer Dumb Luck
How Kissing Was Discovered
How clear she shines
Just how perfect was Jesus?
How the Earth was destroyed
How the West Was Won
Running a BBS
This is the story of how I was killed in Peru
How's she goin', by
man when you are telling me how it was
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
relatedly somehow, there was a point a few years ago when I learned how to terrify
all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
Lucky Girl: How I Became a Horror Writer: A Krampus Story
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
Dawn was a lucky time to give birth
The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was steady
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
What the hell was she thinking?
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
The male libido - or - How I was castrated by the 90's
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
When she was bad
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She is and was
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was coming out as he was going in.
She knew what she was doing
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
How was your trip to London, Dan?
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
WoOz: 17 How the Balloon Was Launched
Discordian Code
How to make brown
Learn how to fly
How to get it
How appropriate, you fight like a cow!
(and it wasn’t in my time nor yet in your time: but a very good time it was for all that)
anyone lived in a pretty how town
How to Use a Urinal
Formatting poems and simple HTML
Abusing your bottomless soda
E2 FAQ: How Did This Happen (document)
How to avoid people whom you don't like talking to
The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew
And How Shall I Compete?
Baltimore natives, and how to understand them
Dental surgery, or, how I learned to appreciate anesthesia
The Knack... and How to Get It
How to Fall Out of Love
How the Mind Works
How to sit on steps
How to get people to leave you alone
How can you sleep at night?
how to buy a coconut
How to break a coconut
How I hotwired my turntable
how to avoid paying for washing machines
How to impress The Man
How to fall out of an airplane
How to say "I'm crazy"
We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd
How do police train dogs to find hidden drugs?
Genetic Engineering, and How We Can Survive
How the Whale Got His Throat
How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin

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