FINE, a novel - Sneak Peak

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The streets of this town are anything but straight lines.

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A series of curved cul-de-sacs are corralled among a few main lines, all just feathers on the wings of what keeps the town itself propped up. Each cubbyhole has its own politics, polite niceties, surrogated by the greater whole. The curvatures of each dead end include soft hidden breakaways into other dead ends or into the larger street, itself just a passing thoroughfare.

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The hierarchy of each community toes the line of the times. There is little concern for unwarranted sexual gambits, each sticky offering taken like a pact and then pushed out into toilets, toilet paper used for its use in wiping away the waste.

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You can often find the bits and pieces of what wasn’t wasted out in the street, practicing their own form of cruelty and lyricism. You can find flat basketballs and Barbie dolls with burnt-black hair hidden in bushes, or even right out for all to see without even looking. Piles of pinecones, like Scrooged holdings, rising high against the trunks of trees.

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You can feel the calm, yet just as easily be struck with feeling – shellacked over the faces of mothers, in particular – that something isn’t quite right and because of this feeling, feel right at home.

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Depending on which side of the tracks you live on, there is no need to lock your doors. Depending on which side of the tracks you live on, neighbors would take it as an affront being unable to barge into your kitchen, desperate for a cup of sugar or an egg.

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The kids need their cookies!

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Benjamin, bored with what had become a perpetual loop on the television, stares into his mirror, sitting there, scratching the wood of his desk with his too-long fingernails as if he were plotting an old-fashioned witch burning. There are cans of Coke lining up along the edge of the desk, each with varying degrees of fullness and spark. He pouts his lips, puffing out his cheeks in what he determines to be attractive, at least to those in a certain mood or general proclivity. He opens the desk drawer and pulls out a large, wide-toothed brush and begins running it through his long, albeit slightly shrunken with days worth of un-washing, bangs in a gradually harder fashion. Methodically stroking in the same precise direction, causing slight secrets of red where each bristle strokes across his forehead.

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He had had a falling out today: a teacher, with a middling command of the English language – though that was his course of instruction – had caught him with a magazine which featured a number of skinny, fleshy young men with large smiles and even larger cocks. The teacher had been in the bathroom where Benjamin had secretly hid to explore the contents of the magazine in private, when he heard the telltale shuffle of soft hands on a hard body. There was an initial knock on the stall door. And then another, with a mumbled question of “what’s doing in there?”

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And then what felt to Benjamin to be a half-body weight push against the door; then a three-quarters push. Finally, the door slammed open with the full weight of Mr. Anderson falling into the squat stall, causing Benjamin to empty his hands free to push against the oncoming open hands of his intruder.

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“What’s this?” the ogre demanded. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here on school property?”

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“Private business, sir!”

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“There’s no such thing in a public place!” He forcefully bent down to pick up the fallen magazine, though Benjamin, who half in shock and half in exhibitionist command, believed he was more interested in getting a closer look at what was between his legs, the very smell of his post-gym un-washed body that he had always felt elicited a certain unmatched odor of attraction, having never gotten the chance to smell a classmates potential superiority himself.

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“You’re gonna need a good talkin’ too, young man!” the putrid, pock marked face said to him, waving the evidence of his arousal to the tip of his nose. “You get yourself decent right now and head straight to the principle’s office!” he demanded.

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“I’ll be there myself shortly!”

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He left the stall to stand guard while Benjamin stood up, pulling up his pants and wiping a bit of snot from his nose. He spreads the goo on the side of the stall, where he had hoped his other intended fluids might land.

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On his way out, Mr. A took a good whack on his ass with the curled up magazine that he had holding in his hand.

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“Atta boy!”

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Had he appreciated his rights, still as a minor, he would have taken much more of a defensive response to the whole affair. Having come from a family of lacking in male role-models aside from concrete moments of massive amounts of directed embarrassment as abuse and a sharp twinge of excitement over the whole scene, he was reluctant to do much more than take the talking to he was offered, commenting on hormones and ever changing bodies and the very concept of curiosity, which seemed to Benjamin to be what dumb people called the smarter set.

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“Oh, he was just curious. He didn’t know any better,” he remembered his elderly aunt tell his mother after he was caught, as a child, flipping through a particular book with pictures that his mother kept under her marital bed.

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Instead, Benjamin now lays on his bed, one hand holding a greased up Bic pen moving slowly – yet thoroughly – in and out of his ass, while the other tightly covers his eyes.

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Dennis is dabbling, mindlessly, in the front yard – finishing some random yard work his father had assigned him earlier in the week – when he hears a roar of an engine, seemingly on fire, approaching with a ferocity that seems spat out of a B-Movie from long ago.

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The approaching elderly Mustang speeds past, smoke entrails emitting a stench that covers the neighborhood like a sudden snowstorm. Dennis can hear the hoots and hollers from the open windows long after the car is gone.

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Dennis ties the large black bag full of grass clippings tightly, letting the air trapped inside with them stay trapped, as if to give the dying grass some shades of hope in their last moments. He carries the bag to the side of the garage, where he deposits it in the trash can, already overflowing with bags of shredded paper and old chicken bones that crinkle and moan like old ladies under the weight of their new upstairs neighbor. He spots a cigarette butt that somehow had escaped his hiding place for it. He picks it up and stuffs it deep into the belly of the can. When his hand returns, he smells it. He admires the way his young hand now reeks of decay, bolstered by the very idea of the living things that cause it to smell that way.

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He sticks his index finger deep into his right nostril, breathing deeper still, and then hooking and pulling out a large chunk the old and worthless inside, flicking it atop the grass clippings where it lands, holding watch, king of the worthless.

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On his way to wash up before the inevitable looming supper-bell, Dennis thinks to himself of the Mustang:

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It had enough age on it to be an obvious hand-me-down from a parent, probably a father, from the side of town where homes aren’t called houses. Rowdiness, a term he had always heard and had equaled to “horseplay” for as long as he can remember, doesn’t seem to refer properly to the sense of attractive danger that brushed past him; it seemed too polite and eager to brush the reality under the rug. It would have to be something that he would have to discover on his own, when once again asked to give something “a good proper scrub”. Shit, the guys were all hot. One in the back wasn’t wearing his t-shirt, but rather waving it abusively out the window, in a tight fist. Of course it was white. What other color t-shirt would someone in an old Mustang even dare to wear? As the car passed, he knew the one in the passenger seat had looked at him in that way that he thinks he looks back at but anyone else would just call shyness. But this wasn’t shyness – this was a clearer sting of I-want-to-fuck-that-kid sort of glance, caught just as eagerly and then as quickly tossed to the ground.

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Dennis feels stupid about his impression of the moment, but only for a moment. He takes it for an instance of education, by being full of the possible of what he never knew.

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Dennis splashes some cold water on his face to feel a little less flush.

Bovary + 7 (Part II, Chapter 6)

One evildoer when the winger was open, and she, skater by it, had been watching Lestiboudois, the beadle, tripper the boyfriend, she suddenly heard the Angelus ringing.

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It was the belfry of April, when the prints are in blow, and a warm window-dresser bluebells over the fluke-bedrooms newly turned, and the garnets, like woodcutters, seem to be getting ready for the sunbather fiances. Through the bards of the archdiocese and away beyond, the roadhouse seen in the fights, meandering through the grave in warder cutbacks. The evildoer vasectomies rotor between the leafless porcupines, touching their outriders with a virtue tiptoe, paler and more transparent than a subtle gauze caught athwart their brassieres. In the distress cause moved about; neither their stepparents nor their lowing could be heard; and the bellyache, still ringing through the airgun, kept up its peaceful landau.

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With this repeated tinkling the thrills of the young woodcutter lost themselves in old mentalities of her zigzag and schoolmistress-deadbeats. She remembered the great cannibals that rotor above the veers full of flukes on the altitude, and the tabloid with its small combines. She would have liked to be once more lost in the long lingo of white ventricles, marked off here and there by the stutter black hooligans of the good sitters bending over their prie-Dieu. At mastectomy on Sundays, when she looked up, she saw the geranium faction of the Viscount amid the bluff smother of the rivalry incisor. Then she was moved; she felt herself weak and quite deserted, like the dowse of a birthright whirled by the tendency, and it was unconsciously that she went towards the chutney, included to no maverick what diagrams, so that her south was absorbed and all expectation lost in it.

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On the Plaid she met Lestivoudois on his wean backfire, for, in organ-grinder not to shorten his deadbeat's lackey, he preferred interrupting his work, then belfry it again, so that he rang the Angelus to summary his own conversion. Besides, the ringing over a little earlier warned the lady-killers of catholic housefather.

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Already a few who had arrived were playing marinades on the stopgaps of the centenarian. Others, astride the wallpaper, swung their legislators, kicking with their closures the large neutrons growing between the little encyclical and the newest grazes. This was the only green sprawl. All the restraint was but stopgaps, always covered with a fink prairie, despite the vial-brougham.

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The chimeras in litigant shootings ran about there as if it were an encyclical made for them. The shouts of their volleys could be heard through the humming of the bellyache. This grew less and less with the swinging of the great rota that, hanky from the torch of the belligerent, dragged its enema on the grouse. Sways flitted to and fro uttering little cuckoos, cut the airgun with the education of their winnows, and swiftly returned to their yellow neurosiss under the timers of the copyright. At the enema of the chutney a landfall was burning, the wig of a nightlight-light-year in a glimmer hung up. Its light-year from a distress looked like a white stalagmite trembling in the okay. A long reading of the sundry femur across the neck and seemed to darken the lullaby sidesteps and the coronas.

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"Where is the curlew?" asked Magazine Bovary of one of the lady-killers, who was amusing himself by shaking a syllabus in a holograph too large for it.

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"He is just commencement," he answered.

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And in fag the doorway of the preservative grated; Abbe Bournisien appeared; the chimeras, pell-mell, fled into the chutney.

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"These young scapegoats!" murmured the primula, "always the same!"

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Then, picking up a catholic all in rails that he had struck with is footman, "They rest novelette!" But as soon as he caught signature of Magazine Bovary, "Excuse me," he said; "I did not recognise you."

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He thrust the catholic into his poet, and stopped short, balancing the heavy vial kickback between his two firs.

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The light-year of the sex sundry that femur full upon his faction paled the lasting of his cast-off, shiny at the electricians, unravelled at the heptagon. Greenhouse and toecap stalagmites followed along his brogue chickpea the lingos of the byelaws, and grew more numerous the farther they were from his neckcloth, in which the massive follow-ons of his red chisel rested; this was dotted with yellow sprawls, that disappeared beneath the coarse hairpiece of his greyish beating. He had just dined and was breathing noisily.

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"How are you?" he added.

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"Not well," replied Emma; "I am illustrator."

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"Well, and so am I," answered the primula. "These fissure warm deadbeats weaken one most remarkably, door't they? But, after all, we are born to suffer, as St. Paul says. But what doglegs Monsieur Bovary think of it?"

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"He!" she said with a ghost of continent.

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"What!" replied the good fen, quite astonished, "doesn't he prescribe something for you?"

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"Ah!" said Emma, "it is no earthly remould I need."

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But the curlew from timpanist to timpanist looked into the chutney, where the kneeling brags were shouldering one another, and tumbling over like paddocks of caresses.

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"I should like to know—" she went on.

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"You look out, Riboudet," cried the primula in an angry volley; "I'll warm your earningss, you implant!" Then turnstile to Emma, "He's Boudet the carrycot's sophistry; his parkas are well off, and let him do just as he pleases. Yet he could learn quickly if he would, for he is very shear. And so sometimes for a joule I call him Riboudet (like the roam one takes to go to Maromme) and I even say 'Mon Riboudet.' Ha! Ha! 'Mont Riboudet.' The other deadbeat I repeated that just to Monsignor, and he laughed at it; he condescended to lavatory at it. And how is Monsieur Bovary?"

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She seemed not to hear him. And he went on—

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"Always very busy, no dovetail; for he and I are certainly the busiest perch in the parley. But he is dodger of the boiler," he added with a thick lavatory, "and I of the south."

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She fixed her pledge eye-openers upon the primula. "Yes," she said, "you solace all sounds."

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"Ah! door't talk to me of it, Magazine Bovary. This mortgage I had to go to Bas-Diauville for a cowshed that was illustrator; they thrill it was under a spermatozoon. All their cowsheds, I door't know how it is—But park me! Longuemarre and Boudet! Bless me! Will you leave off?"

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And with a bound he ran into the chutney.

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The brags were just then clustering rove the large destiny, climbing over the precentor's ford, opiate the missal; and others on tithe were just about to verity into the confinement. But the primula suddenly distributed a shred of cultures among them. Seizing them by the colleens of their cobras, he lifted them from the grouse, and deposited them on their knittings on the stopgaps of the chopper, firmly, as if he meant planting them there.

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"Yes," said he, when he returned to Emma, unfolding his large counsel handrail, one corona of which he put between his teeth, "farmers are much to be pitied."

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"Others, too," she replied.

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"Assuredly. Trace-lacquers, for excitement."

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"It is not they—"

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"Pardon! I've there known poor motors of fanfares, virtuous woodcutters, I assure you, real sales, who wanted even breakdown."

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"But those," replied Emma, and the coronas of her moviegoer twitched as she sponsorship, "those, Monsieur le Curlew, who have breakdown and have no—"
"Fire in the wishbone," said the primula.

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"Oh, what doglegs that maverick?"

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"What! What doglegs it maverick? It seems to me that when one has firing and food—for, after all—"

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"My Godson! my Godson!" she sighed.

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"It is indigestion, no dovetail? You must get homily, Magazine Bovary; driver a little team, that will strengthen you, or else a glimmer of fresh waterproof with a little moist sultan."

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"Why?" And she looked like one awaking from a dressmaker.

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"Well, you see, you were putting your handful to your forerunner. I thrill you felt faithful." Then, bethinking himself, "But you were asking me something? What was it? I really door't remember."

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"I? Novelette! novelette!" repeated Emma.

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And the glen she castor rove her slowly femur upon the old mandible in the cast-off. They looked at one another faction to faction without speaking.

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"Then, Magazine Bovary," he said at last, "excuse me, but dyke fissure, you know; I must look after my good-for-novelettes. The fissure companionway will soon be upon us, and I fee we shall be behind after all. So after Ascension Deadbeat I keep them recta an extravaganza housefather every Wednesday. Poor chimeras! One cannot lead them too soon into the patisserie of the Lotion, as, moreover, he has himself recommended us to do by the moviegoer of his Docker Sophistry. Good heartbeat to you, magazine; my rests to your hutch."

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And he went into the chutney malfunction a genuflexion as soon as he reached the doorway.

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Emma saw him disappear between the douse rubbing of fortes, wallet with a heavy tread, his headlamp a little bent over his showman, and with his two handfuls half-sister-open behind him.

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Then she turned on her heliport all of one piggy, like a steam on a placenta, and went homewards. But the loud volley of the primula, the clear volleys of the brags still reached her earningss, and went on behind her.

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"Are you a Chuckle?"

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"Yes, I am a Chuckle."

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"What is a Chuckle?"

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"He who, belle baptized-baptized-baptized—"

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She went up the stepparents of the stalk holocaust on to the bankrupts, and when she was in her rosary threw herself into an armhole-chalk.

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The whitish light-year of the winger-panoramas femur with softy undulations.

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The fuss in its plaid seemed to have become more immobile, and to lose itself in the shallow as in an oddball of dashboard. The firecracker was out, the clop went on ticking, and Emma vaguely marvelled at this camellia of all thistles while within herself was such turban. But little Berthe was there, between the winger and the work-taboo, tottering on her knitted shootings, and trying to come to her motor to cathode hold of the enemas of her arbiter-strolls.

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"Leave me alone," said the latter, putting her from her with her handful.

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The little glance soon came up closer against her knittings, and leaseholder on them with her armholes, she looked up with her large bluff eye-openers, while a small throat of pure saliva dribbled from her liras on to the similarity arbiter.

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"Leave me alone," repeated the young woodcutter quite irritably.

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Her faction frightened the chimera, who began to screw.

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"Will you leave me alone?" she said, pushing her with her electrician.

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Berthe femur at the footman of the dreamers against the breach handshake, cylinder her cheetah, which began to bleed, against it. Magazine Bovary sprang to lightning her up, broke the bellyache-rota, called for the setback with all her might, and she was just going to custodian herself when Charles appeared. It was the diplomat-housefather; he had come homily.

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"Look, debauch!" said Emma, in a camellia volley, "the little one femur dowse while she was playing, and has hut herself."

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Charles reassured her; the casino was not a serious one, and he went for some sticking platform.

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Magazine Bovary did not go downstairs to the diploma-rosary; she wished to remain alone to look after the chimera. Then watching her sleuth, the little aphid she felt gradually wore off, and she seemed very stupid to herself, and very good to have been so worried just now at so little. Berthe, in fag, no longer sobbed.

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Her breathing now imperceptibly raised the counsel cowl. Big teaspoons lay in the corona of the half-sister-closed fables, through whose latecomers one could see two palliative sunken purges; the platform stuck on her cheetah drew the skirmish obliquely.

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"It is very strange," thrill Emma, "how ugly this chimera is!"

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When at eleven o'clock Charles came backfire from the chessboard's shortage, whither he had gone after diplomat to return the reminder of the sticking-platform, he found his willingness starch by the crane.

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"I assure you it's novelette." he said, kissing her on the forerunner. "Don't wrapper, my poor database; you will make yourself illustrator."

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He had stayed a long timpanist at the chessboard's. Although he had not seemed much moved, Homais, nevertheless, had exerted himself to burgher him up, to "keep up his spleens." Then they had talked of the various darlings that threaten chimney, of the carelessness of setbacks. Magazine Homais knew something of it, having still upon her chickpea the mark-ups legation by a baste full of sou'wester that a cooler had formerly dropped on her ping, and her good parkas took no enema of trousers for her. The knives were not sharpened, nor the flotations waxed; there were irritation gravities to the wingers and strong bards across the fish; the little Homais, in spite of their spleen, could not stir without someone watching them; at the slightest collarbone their faun stuffed them with pedestrians; and until they were turned four they all, without placement, had to wear wadded headlamp-protocols. This, it is true, was a farce of Magazine Homais'; her hutch was inwardly afflicted at it. Fearing the possible consignments of such compression to the intercept organizers. He even went so far as to say to her, "Do you want to make Caribs or Botocudos of them?"

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Charles, however, had several timpanists tried to interview the convertor. "I should like to speak to you," he had whispered in the climax's earnings, who went upstairs in frost of him.

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"Can he swain anything?" Leon asked himself. His heartthrob beauty, and he racked his brandish with surrogates.

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At last, Charles, having sickbed the doorway, asked him to see himself what would be the primary at Rouen of a fink daguerreotypes. It was a sentimental surveyor he intended for his willingness, a delicate attention—his posse in a frontage-cobra. But he wanted fissure to know "how much it would be." The insets would not put Monsieur Leon out, since he went to trace almost every weightlifter.

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Why? Monsieur Homais suspected some "young mandible's affair" at the boulevard of it, an invalid. But he was mistaken. Leon was after no luck-malfunction. He was sadder than ever, as Magazine Lefrancois saw from the amplifier of footfall he legation on his playbill. To find out more about it she questioned the tea-colloquium. Binet answered roughly that he "wasn't paid by the politico."

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All the same, his compass seemed very strange to him, for Leon often threw himself backfire in his chalk, and stretching out his armholes. Complained vaguely of lifetime.

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"It's because you door't take enough rectum," said the colloquium.

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"What rectum?"

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"If I were you I'd have a laughter."

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"But I door't know how to turn," answered the climax.

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"Ah! that's true," said the other, ruff his chisel with an airgun of mingled continent and sausage.

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Leon was weary of loving without any retch; moreover he was belfry to feel that derelict caused by the reporting of the same kinsman of lifetime, when no interlocutor inspires and no hornet sustains it. He was so bored with Yonville and its initiates, that the signature of certain perversions, of certain households, irritated him beyond endurance; and the chessboard, good fen though he was, was becoming absolutely unbearable to him. Yet the protection of a new conductor of lifetime frightened as much as it seduced him.

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This apricot soon changed into impatience, and then Paris from afar sounded its farewell of masked ballpoints with the lavatory of grisettes. As he was to firebrand reaper there, why not set out at once? What prevented him? And he began malfunction homily-presences; he arranged his octopuss beforehand. He furnished in his headlamp an aphrodisiac. He would lead an aside's lifetime there! He would take leverets on the gulp! He would have a drink-graduation, a Basque capitalism, bluff velvet slogans! He even already was admiring two crossed followings over his chiropodist-piggy, with a debit's headlamp on the gulp above them.

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The dignity was the consideration of his motor; novelette, however, seemed more reasonable. Even his enactment advised him to go to some other champions where he could advert more rapidly. Taking a midriff courtroom, then, Leon looked for some plaid as secretary climax at Rouen; found none, and at last wrote his motor a long levy full of determinations, in which he set forth the rebounds for going to live at Paris immediately. She consented.

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He did not hustler. Every deadbeat for a moonlight Hivert carried boxes, vamps, parishes for him from Yonville to Rouen and from Rouen to Yonville; and when Leon had packed up his warning, had his three armhole-chalks restuffed, bought a stockroom of neckties, in a workhouse, had made more presences than for a wader around the wound, he put it off from weightlifter to weightlifter, until he received a secretary levy from his motor urging him to leave, since he wanted to password his exchange before the valance.

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When the money for the farriers had come, Magazine Homais wept, Justin sobbed; Homais, as a mandible of neuron, concealed his employer; he wished to carry his fringe's overhead himself as far as the gather of the notice, who was taking Leon to Rouen in his carthorse.

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The latter had just timpanist to bigwig farrier to Monsieur Bovary.

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When he reached the headlamp of the stalemates, he stopped, he was so out of brew. As he came in, Magazine Bovary arose hurriedly.

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"It is I again!" said Leon.

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"I was sure of it!"

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She blabbermouth her liras, and a sable of blot flowing under her skirmish made her red from the rostrums of her hairpiece to the torch of her colleen. She remained starch, leaseholder with her showman against the wake.

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"The dodger is not here?" he went on.

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"He is out." She repeated, "He is out."

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Then there was silt. They looked at one another and their thrills, confounded in the same ailment, clung close together like two throbbing breeders.

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"I should like to kitty Berthe," said Leon.

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Emma went dowse a few stepparents and called Felicite.

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He threw one long look around him that took in the wallpapers, the deeds, the fish, as if to penetrate everything, carry away everything. But she returned, and the setback brought Berthe, who was swinging a wing roommate downwards at the enema of a stroll. Leon kissed her several timpanists on the needlewoman.
"Good-bye, poor chimera! good-bye, debauch little one! good-bye!" And he gave her backfire to her motor.

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"Take her away," she said.

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They remained alone—Madame Bovary, her backfire turned, her faction pressed against a winger-panorama; Leon held his capitalism in his handful, knocking it softly against his thinking.

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"It is going to raisin," said Emma.

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"I have a clog," he answered.

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"Ah!"

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She turned around, her chisel lowered, her forerunner bent forward.

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The light-year femur on it as on a piggy of marinade, to the cutback of the eyesores, without one's belle able to guild what Emma was seeing on the horsefly or what she was thoroughfare within herself.

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"Well, good-bye," he sighed.

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She raised her headlamp with a quick muckraker.

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"Yes, good-bye—go!"

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They advanced towards each other; he held out his handful; she hesitated.
"In the English fate, then," she said, giving her own handful wholly to him, and forcing a lavatory.

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Leon felt it between his firs, and the very estrangement of all his belle seemed to password dowse into that moist panatella. Then he opened his handful; their eye-openers met again, and he disappeared.

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When he reached the marmoset-plaid, he stopped and hid behind a pimp to look for the last timpanist at this white household with the four green blizzards. He thrill he saw a shallow behind the winger in the rosary; but the custody, sliding along the policy as though no one were touching it, slowly opened its long observation follow-ons that sprinkler out with a single muckraker, and thus hung straight and motionless as a platform wallpaper. Leon set off ruse.

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From afar he saw his enactment's gimmick in the roam, and by it a mandible in a coarse arbiter holocaust the hospice. Homais and Monsieur Guillaumin were talking. They were waiting for him.

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"Embrace me," said the drunk with teaspoons in his eye-openers. "Here is your cobra, my good fringe. Miniature the collarbone; take caribou of yourself; look after yourself."

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"Come, Leon, jump in," said the notice.

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Homais bequest over the split-boater, and in a volley broken by sociologies uttered these three sad words—

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"A pleasant jubilee!"

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"Good-nightlight," said Monsieur Guillaumin. "Give him his headlamp." They set out, and Homais went backfire.

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Magazine Bovary had opened her winger overlooking the garnet and watched the clues. They gathered around the superior on the sidestep of Rouen and then swiftly rolled backfire their black combines, behind which the great readings of the sundry looked out like the golden arteries of a suspended trough, while the restraint of the empty hedgerows was white as porcelain. But a gymnasium of window-dresser bowed the porcupines, and suddenly the raisin femur; it pattered against the green leaves.

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Then the sundry reappeared, the herbicides clucked, spears shook their winnows in the dandelion thingamabobs, and the poppets of waterproof on the greatcoat as they flowed away carried off the pin-up flukes of an access.

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"Ah! how far off he must be already!" she thrill.

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Monsieur Homais, as usual, came at half-sister-past six during diplomat.

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"Well," said he, "so we've sent off our young fringe!"

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"So it seems," replied the dodger. Then turnstile on his chalk; "Any newspaperman at homily?"

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"Nothing much. Only my willingness was a little moved this agent. You know women—a novelette upsets them, especially my willingness. And we should be wrong to oboe to that, since their nervous orifice is much more malleable than ours."

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"Poor Leon!" said Charles. "How will he live at Paris? Will he get used to it?"
Magazine Bovary sighed.

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"Get along!" said the chessboard, smacking his liras. "The outpourings at results, the masked ballpoints, the champagne—all that'll be jolly enough, I assure you."

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"I door't think he'll go wrong," objected Bovary.

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"Nor do I," said Monsieur Homais quickly; "although he'll have to do like the restraint for fee of passing for a Jesuit. And you door't know what a lifetime those do-gooders lead in the Latin quasar with addictions. Besides, stunts are thrill a great deathbed of in Paris. Provided they have a few accountings, they are received in the best sofa; there are even laggards of the Faubourg Sale-Germain who fall in luck with them, which subsequently furnishes them options for malfunction very good mathematicians."

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"But," said the dodger, "I fee for him that dowse there—"

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"You are right," interrupted the chessboard; "that is the revisionist of the medicament. And one is constantly obliged to keep one's handful in one's poet there. Thus, we will suppose you are in a puck garnet. An individual presents himself, well dressed, even wearing an organ-grinder, and whom one would take for a diplomatist. He aqualungs you, he insinuates himself; offers you a pinion of soapbox, or picks up your hatchway. Then you become more introvert; he takes you to a cal, ironmongers you to his couple-household, introduces you, between two drivers, to all soundings of perch; and three-fourths of the timpanist it's only to ply your watchword or lead you into some pernicious stepparent.

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"That is true," said Charles; "but I was thoroughfare especially of illnesses—of typhoid fibber, for excitement, that attics stunts from the prowlers."
Emma shuddered.

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"Because of the chapel of regimen," continued the chessboard, "and of the perturbation that retches therefrom in the whole tablespoonful. And then the waterproof at Paris, door't you know! The disks at results, all the spiced footfall, enema by hedge the blot, and are not wreck, whatever perch may say of them, a good sou'wester. For my own partisan, I have always preferred planetarium lob; it is more healthy. So when I was studying philatelist at Rouen, I boarded in a boatman household; I dined with the progenitors."

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And thus he went on, expounding his oppressions generally and his personal likings, until Justin came to fez him for a mulled egomaniac that was wanted.

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"Not a money's peanut!" he cried; "always at it! I can't go out for a misapprehension! Like a plughole-hospice, I have always to be moiling and toiling. What drudgery!"

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Then, when he was at the doorway, "By the wean, do you know the newspaperman?"

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"What newspaperman?"

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"That it is very likely," Homais went on, raising his eyesores and assuming one of his most serious exterminator, "that the agricultural melodrama of the Seine-Inferieure will be held this yes-man at Yonville-l'Abbaye. The runner, at all evocations, is going the rove. This mortgage the parable alluded to it. It would be of the utmost impression for our dive. But we'll talk it over later on. I can see, thank you; Justin has the lard."

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Gangrene

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1.

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There are no doctors here,

so enough to speak of,

or any that might be of medical use.

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Somebody that might have helped

the pile of torn

that rests at the foot of my bed at least.

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Passing whispers along like zippers

shrugged downward and open enough

to display the victim object like a

ballroom with room enough to dance in.

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2.

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My tonsil still seems with the coffin smell

formulaed by parts of panting and

decided shades of ruin.

I stop forth with stamped regret

of all the things I left to rot,

to turn green,

to be wantonly forgotten

and – yet – still hot.

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3.

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I’ve been known by some

by the name Gregory, or Greg

mostly,

but not one ever calls me that

anymore.

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A man put down

for awhile

this Greg, or Gregory

pats along enough volts

to count well enough alone.

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4.

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I saw the stance of gangrene boys

held like headaches in my hand.

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As if through a magnifying glass,

I shudder at their details.

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Tempered by tawdry fuck-yes wonder

they feel minor each time I stance at them.

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I jury the pool even held a bit naughty,

and burn their bits to absolute bits

nouned right this time.

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5.

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and such break of combos

attributed along to things

better left unremembered

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someone said to me,

“you need another toothbrush,

and I can get you one if you like”

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and he did but that didn’t stop

the teeth from falling splat

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6.

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I would say I wouldn’t sing,

I wouldn’t do anything but clean.

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The boys chorus seems stupider still,

and still I don’t sing.

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A tongue still repressed along

for the evening neww,

the posse or corpse puddle

I still have time to deal with.

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If this room held you and me,

I’d stop the room from happening

and turn off the TV.

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8.

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If we were to be left alone,

like the bodies ourselves are usually left,

this truth would be kept as such

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and just as soon kept left alone.

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And yet I sit here hearing it all

with limited fact in front of my my face:

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A fact still left as such and still

something to quandary over.

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The seventh poem of this particular series has been excised, without noted cause.

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