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money ain't nothin next to lovin.
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her expressive sigh releasing. Sated. The last of our kind, evolving flightless we remain on the ground, culling through corpulent consumption.
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Breaking News: Noted local writer and very minor celebrity Paul Steven Stone joined a growing list of talentless wannabes to bare skin and a hint of nipple in a shameless attempt to draw attention to his current blog posting. When asked how far he would g
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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the warnings we fear are the selfsame ones of ourselves
of our vertical need to be first to the heights redoubling
its intractable charm of production— our inheritance.
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Carl finished his beer, burped, crushed the aluminum can on the floor with his foot. “Oop, now we’re outta beer.”
“Alright, let’s send the dog.”
They did. They sent the dog. The first time Luther trotted down the sidewalk. The next time, Henry let t
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He bought his zillion-dollar megaphone,
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