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In the middle of the night, in the middle of a road, Michael finds himself alone, desolate and confused. He can't recall anything, except Paris...
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I didn't think I was too unwell when I first woke up. That was because, I realised later, I was still drunk. I managed to stagger to the kitchen and m..
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I embraced her tightly when we said goodbye. She fit perfectly into me, her head nestling underneath my chin. Her hair was intoxicating, coconut oil p..
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Hanging the final garish decoration on the tree, I watched
her spring up with a slight gasp. Hands on hips she grinned, barely containing
her p..
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Wrapping her red lips around the
end of the cigarette, she took a long, hard drag. Holding her breath
for a second, the smoke framed her fragile..
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