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Nice.
Nice.
I won't be responding, of course, but just for a moment it made me think of someone, an old flame and unrequited love.
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I won't be responding, of course, but just for a moment it made me think of someone, an old flame and unrequited love.
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The rain was slashing sheets across the windows of my Chevy. The engine ticked, cooling. Jazz played softly on the radio, the players noodling around, no particular destination in mind. The scent of the leather seats was strong.
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The rain was slashing sheets across the windows of my Chevy. The engine ticked, cooling. Jazz played softly on the radio, the players noodling around, no particular destination in mind. The scent of the leather seats was strong.
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Submerged with only my nose above the water, I luxuriated in heat and silence, a vessel adrift. A small part of me wondered when my beloved might get home.
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Submerged with only my nose above the water, I luxuriated in heat and silence, a vessel adrift. A small part of me wondered when my beloved might get home.
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"Get out here," he panted. "I have to have you."
She slid out from underneath the Challenger and stood, stretching. "You sure? It was awfully dirty under there."
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"Get out here," he panted. "I have to have you."
She slid out from underneath the Challenger and stood, stretching. "You sure? It was awfully dirty under there."
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"Turkish Delight is for little boys," the Witch purred. "Wouldn't you rather have...a man's reward?"
Edmund's heart beat faster as the Witch unfastened her robe and let it fall to the snow. Stretching, she lay full length.
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"Turkish Delight is for little boys," the Witch purred. "Wouldn't you rather have...a man's reward?"
Edmund's heart beat faster as the Witch unfastened her robe and let it fall to the snow. Stretching, she lay full length.
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“There,” he said, letting go of the rail. His hand tingled, aftershocks of vibration still kicking themselves through nerve endings. “That's how you can tell a train's coming.”
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“There,” he said, letting go of the rail. His hand tingled, aftershocks of vibration still kicking themselves through nerve endings. “That's how you can tell a train's coming.”
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