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... all my friends are girls; I like opera; I can answer all the questions about male and female ejaculation – without stammering – in sex ed. classes.
And Braydon? In boardshorts, tall and tanned and naked from the waist up ...
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I woke up around 6 pm today. As always, mum would wake me up. I have this special bond with my bed and parting with her during my most vulnerable is anathema to my nature. Thrice mum would pull my feet and thrice I would groan hoping she would go…
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Momma’s hands smell of vanilla.
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If they don’t cover consequences in your gifted and talented program, you may care to research it.
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It’s no surprise when Mark comes home drunk, nor is it unexpected when he grabs me roughly by the arm and slaps my face because I didn’t have dinner waiting for him. The difference is that this night tears spring to my darkened eyes and slide down my swol
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I almost forgot. Her nipples taste like that syrup from a can of peaches. The kind you aren’t supposed to eat if you are 18 or older. The kind that adds baggage to the hips and I’m certainly not about to take out an insurance policy on my ass.
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I’m glad they put the wall up. When it gets a little humid around here, I can smell those damn people.
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What I want to know is where you proposed to that woman who will be your wife. Was it Shackleton’s hut? Was it where we heard the Weddell seals? Was it the McMurdo greenhouse where you keep the tomatoes and flowers?
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What I want to know is where you proposed to that woman who will be your wife. Was it Shackleton's hut? Was it where we heard the Weddell seals? Was it the McMurdo greenhouse where you keep the tomatoes and flowers? You jammed me into the basil and came a
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"It was easier when I didn't know where she was."
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Who made your wings? Who draped your dress? Did you hold the granite heart when they engraved it, when they set my child’s picture there?
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To be one with she who gave birth to put everything in my mouth her breast the dirt grass my finger blanket soft.
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Max is the color of burnt caramelized sugar
the sweet crust that decorates our bright enameled pots.
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Max is the color of burnt caramelized sugar the sweet crust on our bright enameled pots.
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She stepped into the spotlight like a butterfly released from its cocoon. Her dyed hair burnt like a flame, her eyes remained theatrically downcast as the music built to its crescendo.
I knew something memorable was imminent.
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