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Friends & Enemiesexpand_moreAll these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.”
Your mother still glows with a smoothness that you envy.
He always talked of making money with the air of a connoisseur.
“I mean it, Martín. I won’t marry a man with a bald lip, like a boy.”
The stupider the president the more power you arrange for him.
I hadn’t even tried. I was one of the few kids D.A.R.E. had worked on.
Six other guests smoked Marlboro Lights, and ashtrays filled up.
I forgot to detail that the jumper leapt from beside the hanging Monet.
Part of me wished I’d never tried heroin. The rest wanted to be high.
Once she had loved him. When had she stopped? She did not know.
I thought fleetingly he might give it to me, as he knew I wanted it.
The features of the girl in the bathing suit suggest a mixed-race origin.
What would make a sane person want to watch such blood sport?
He resumed his nightly practice of writing without being able to see.
He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral. Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.
She had a situation where she’d lost her driver’s license for speeding.
If you want to know what to write, ask yourself what obsesses you.
In the rooms you picked up what you liked, like shells on a beach.
We chose to stay in the brutality of that night, even as the girls walked away.
The first time the world demanded more of me, I was twenty-nine.
The people with pebbles go home to frolic under the detritus of the day.
I understood that for us there would be no mourning the shortstop.
His looks were Russian. He was surrounded by mystery.
When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.
How smooth their bones, like alabaster shaved from moonlight.
This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.
She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.
“As your brother, I ask you, how did you get that scar on your face?”
“The secret to happiness is not wanting,” Lars told the Buddha.
