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Blood smeared in the hugging choke of her courtier. Our only recourse is to confront life with the benefits of a choke. “Please, don't make me force you.” Should misery be a reassurance when love is destroyed? There are reasons: “My wife doesn't live with
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Stormwater sweeps my feet out tumbling me, sending me gutter-sailing. The hydraulic crush rolls and batters, grinding gravel into knees, elbows, head. Flood water tears the Jack from my grip, bottle spinning, clattering, clinking away, and I know it won't be back.…
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