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***
I
know this place; I've been here before -
at
least, I think I have, but maybe that was only
a
dream, maybe all I'm doing is c..
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***
She
loves me; she loves me not,
a
game of pulling petals off
a
flower, feeling the softness of
the
rounded petal, t..
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575
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***
Do
you want me to get ready? she asks.
Hell,
yes! I say. I'm already hard.
Off
comes her flowered top, next, her blue
j..
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***
Some
people are born Jeopardy champions;
others
are untouchable at Fortune's Wheel; I
am
neither - I'm more like the pick of ..
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***
The
oddest occurrence, carried along
in
the crush of a halftime throng, battling
to
reach the restrooms, I see, stan..
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***
I always
thought if I thought I could
sing I
could sing - but I’m not
Harold
Hill. I'm strolling along the str..
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***
For most men, there’s
something
reassuring about
stroking their chins,
the touch of
the rough, day-old stubble...
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***
On
radar, the storm clouds are reduced
to
a long bright line of summer squash colored
pixels
with slices of watermelon mix..
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***
What
is the value of my face down
cell
phone? It's just another piece
of
luggage for me to lug around, tied
to
a charg..
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