Twisters

T 4064

There are too many people in the bar; this causes an anxiety you can smell. And someone says, Ryan Seacrest. Then there is awesome violence.

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T 4063

I’m going to grill a pork chop and pour myself bourbon and smoke a cigar on the patio. Because that’s what I do each time my wife leaves me.

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T 4062

The sommelier took pity on my hesitation, and afterward, I found her in my bed, where she took even more pity, and I never drank wine again.

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T 4061

He dreams of falling, of the unclasping of hands, the boredom of an eternity without gravity. So he wakes. And stuffs his face with Cheetos.

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T 4060

The men discuss grill pans. A debate about non-stick surfaces. A woman sits back and watches. Is this what victory sounds like? she wonders.

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T 4059

She drops him off at the bar and says, I never want to see you again, and he laughs and says, You’re full of poetry, and she says, At least.

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T 4058

The fine line between good news and bad. A stream that meanders to awful. This is a semantic discussion, he says. I’m pregnant, she insists.

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T 4057

The tiger ran toward him. This same tiger ran right past him to chase a cute deer. But he’d already peed his pants, and wished he were dead.

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T 4056

He took the boat out on the lake. And the wind whipped up whitecaps. And he thought, No one ever dies at a convenient time. And then he did.

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T 4055

Your eyes are the blue of the deepest ocean, he whispers in her ear. At that depth the ocean isn’t blue, she replies. And this turns him off.

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