970 1 1
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I hand one of them the octopus and run out of the room.
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2392814
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96112
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the Atlantic fucking Ocean between them
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7062
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“....and the men of her city shall stone her with stones that she die....” …
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2800
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Look
Out Of the void
It was good;
Out of the void
It was sweet…
Look
Out Of the void
It was good;
Out of the void
It was sweet…
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54621
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He sat on the seat furthest away and could not look me in the eye. Nor could he even glance in my general direction. He put one leg over the other and tried to speak. He shifted his weight. He crossed his arms across his board chest. He…
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88165
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We spoke the same language. I never had to hand you Cliff's Notes or cue cards.
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3900
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The night wore on and the moon peeked through the windows as he dressed her in his wife’s clothes. She danced and teased, shed layers of clothing only to put more on but none of the clothes pleased him enough and she left before his wife came home, slippi
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89553
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There is a woman in here- I am never alone- but she is fully clothed in Detroit Derby Dolls gear and stands at a modest seven inches tall.
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97342
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They continued sitting by the fake oasis, drinking single malt, eating soy crackers and chatting about the quality of escorts in glitzy glamping resorts. The Paring happened on number three. Just as the gold leafed chocolate fondant oozed decadent Bolivia
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107233
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You were sitting on dark leather meringue, wearing slit ivy, epilated thighs sliding through, roots showing beneath your anaemic skin, fighting with the pale bluegreen of your veins. Quills extended from your left hand, bent about 10.2 degrees or so.
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91711
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a man and a woman in a room at the end of the world.
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99176
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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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118107
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