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white-gray mounds persist
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My luck had just about run out when I found her. She sat upright like a really classy broad on that torn brown sofa that smelled bad. Bad like sour milk and cat piss. The coffee table was slick with spilt …
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The scent that drifted through the canyon most nights seeped early through his open window. He pressed his face to the screen. A young woman sat on the patch of crabgrass beside his vegetable garden and fed apple slices to a rooster standing between her legs. In her other…
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I tickled grass. I wanted to
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