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everything else, pillows,
scratchy blankets, chucked
to this afternoon passion.
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904117
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how can I get you to admit anything when you will not talk of what men crave do you not know this have you not heard this was one of the first things a man ever told me about men
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10786
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We were in the snack bar. There was no way to get drunk. I should have suggested we meet at Applebee's but I didn't want to put the wrong idea in her head.
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10982
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She gasps but spreads her legs wider and grinds on what she suspects must be a cucumber, which she had been saving for a garden salad.
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1685108
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hooves moon dark latch eyes rope / Bess the landlord's daughter, the landlord's blackeyed daughter / gun breasts dress shame shouts blood blood blood
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109100
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“You shouldn’t have gone inside,” he said, after she told him what had happened. “I know that’s what you’re used to doing here, with people we know. But he’s not from around here. Don’t go back over there, okay?”
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10844
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Not being able to remember whether I fucked a man
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134800
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He was jolted awake from his light slumber by his pod crash landing. Landing? That means he found a planet. He opened the pod and got out to stretch his legs. He looked around. "Wow, and I thought Aleria was advanced. This is amazing."
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118233
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Waking in the middle of the night, tangled in the hotel sheets, I wanted to hear the story again: their pilot friend, the war, his specialty. "It's just a screw, son," Dad said, "nothing exotic."
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112000
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In the state that the stars fell on,
Love and I stumbled upon bits of God
where he forgot sky and moon, too.
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16931211
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fun fact: a doll's legs will twitch
while being scalped
but only for just a little bit
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147800
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"Umm... T-shirt, sweats. You know, typical sleepwear for me. I had been in these jeans for the video shoot, but they had to go."
"J-jeans, huh?" Lucas started to falter.
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1862209
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When he turns around she has her top off and is climbing out of her skirt. "I don't like old men that much," she says. "We don't have to talk. No one will know."
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120020
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More and more, as she watched him slide away from her in increments, she thought of that first summer together. How his searching hands would find her, any time of day, and pull her in for closer examination. How his eyes, his mouth, his tongue would set
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His father whistles The Torreador's Song in the kitchen; Mirko smells bacon.
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