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| Story | Pongo #60 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #59 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #58 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
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| Story | Pongo #54 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
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| Story | Pongo #52 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
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| Story | Pongo #50 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #49 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Thinking of Meat | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #48 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #47 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
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| Story | Pongo #43 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #42 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #41 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #40 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #39 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #38 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pongo #37 | brighteyes | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
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Pretending he had done something wonderful
Cover from "Flowers for Algernon" by Daniel Keyes
Snip Not My Girdle
Snip not my girdle, Your Honour, should I fall to the floor like a badly leant guitar. Snip not my girdle, Mademoiselle! Hold instead a cheap vial of salts to my nostril.
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Pleading Belly
The black cap lay at the judge's hand though the fingers wriggled as I spoke. My plea was not for me, I said, but the innocent inside. Some sighed. Most bellowed.
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Anni Nubiles
We thunked down in Britain, the massive tyres absorbing the weight, giving, recovering. I'd never been on a plane before, much less as a ribbon on the kite of a real rock 'n' roll tour.
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