It took dying to be together.
Given the right circumstances, anything could sting.
The pollinator’s girlfriend is lying in bed waiting for her.
April wondered if Laura had secret thoughts like hers.
Has your prostate ballooned to proportions that defy the laws of medical science?
The Juice was loose in California the day Pressure got his brain fried.
I read a story by Lydia Davis about a woman who, upon turning sixty, began sprouting hair from her ears.
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We loved each other more slowly, losing rhythm and kisses along the way.
The other girl has a warm, melt-in-your-mouth name like Anne or Madeline. She is the virgin weeping in every church, so clean she glows.
...I was thinking about dating in the city and how it can be just like applying to jobs. There are some interesting parallels...
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