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You're like smoking a pack a day. I'm addicted to the taste of you in my mouth.
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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No one would hurt me for fun.
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Cleon looked at the cocktail napkin, and then lifted his pencil and started to take inventory of what he owned.
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She exists behind closed doors. An open field, on the edge of a moor. Her stare belies her hardened heart. Her soul in fragments. She has lost faith.Never happy. Never understanding. Never accepting her sadness. She walks every evening at sunset. She remembers her…
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Esmée sat alone at a table on the terrace at Marina Jack’s in Sarasota. She had been there ten minutes and no waitress had approached her.
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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As always in her concert gigs, Ai sings her favorite song, "I want to be famous!" Amidst the crowd of fans and haters...
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I saw you in the produce aisle on Sunday. I was the redhead smelling the bottom of a cantaloupe, practically rimming it.
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His heart belonged to another, he had told me early on, a tall, beautiful girl from Madrid. He showed me her photo, while grinning at the thought of her. Her eyes were the shape of jewels and her body was a present I was sure would keep on giving. My rat
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But who am I kidding. We aren’t in love. Being in love is for high schoolers or middle aged divorcees exploring their sexuality. Our love is real, sweaty, backwards, forwards, angry, trusting. We love as you only can after seeing someone at their best and
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A horizon shrinks a burden until it’s a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I’m in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren’t talking. When it fills with salt.
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"The carpet's hot lava," my son cries, pointing at the ground from the sofa."Yeowch!" I say, leaping next to him.We sit together for a moment, silently contemplating our predicament."We need to get downstairs," I tell him. He nods, but does not move. He stares at the hot…
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I'm finally beginning to accept that you're not coming back.
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