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when it's this good . . .A Poem by alan khanwhen you wake up and the sun shines through gentle thick rain drops. when the rainbow casts its magic wave across the warmth of your bedroom. .. |
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Working TitleA Book by alan khan |
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PrologueA Chapter by alan khanMenthol’s, Christ I hate them. Unfortunately it’s all my baby’s got tonight. Putting the fire to the tip of the cigarette I inhale d.. |
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Chapter 1A Chapter by alan khanIt’s insanely hot this sunny morning, and the stained sheets cling to my sweat soaked back. I feel around on the pillow next to me. Nothing. W.. |
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Chapter 2A Chapter by alan khan“Look at that fat one, over there in the corner, there’s more steam rising off that table than there would be had his fat a*s just stepped.. |
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Chapter 3A Chapter by alan khan“No Hank I’m not going in.” “Justine..” “Baby, your father hates me.” “He does not…” .. |
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Chapter 4A Chapter by alan khanI stand outside looking up at the tall walls of the building. My body weight thrown to my right leg as I slip a cigarette between my lips. I bring my .. |
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Chapter 5A Chapter by alan khan“See honey?” She shuts the door behind her as I drop down onto the bed. She combs her scalp with her fingers and leans back against the d.. |
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Chapter 6A Chapter by alan khanThe bar room door was stuck with just a bit of smoke from inside slowly creeping through the crack. It was goddamn chilly tonight, and no moon out was.. |
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Chapter 7A Chapter by alan khanI’m struggling to find the keys to the motel door in my pocket. Justine sleeps a lot these days, and I could walk in on a little nap now if I&rs.. |
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