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Whatever happened to pantsing people?
This time-honored tradition has been all but eradicated from adult life. But most people tend to forget tha..
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Energy cannot be destroyed, just converted. A crack in her voice yields a stone in his heart, displacing stuff that cools to caulk a bevy of geysers; ..
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The soupy sky is a flamingo-base with grey ribbons, a mess I wanna wear and upend for practical use, if just the ache in my jawwould desist. That sa..
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"I was a shy, fat child."
Ipeer into the bespecked windows of Chris Peterson's soul, which are, at this ungodly hour, saddled loosely..
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Tosupplanttheir anemicdealings, she began developingodd infatuations with the women he bedded.There was Annette, whose classy name and air of matu..
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Sarah Wintershates her haircut.
She draws a comb from her bureau and applies it roughly to the strange new angles. One, two, three firm strokes..
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Now that I've retrieved fresh coffee, he wants a tea with lemon, anything is fine, well anything but chamomile. I totally understand, and I'm sorry. I..
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A Tale of Two T*****s
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