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StoryFor Better for Worse... Silver Spun Sand2412 years 2 months ago
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StoryThe Nature of Things Silver Spun Sand412 years 2 months ago

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Cherry

If Pigs Could Fly

Something was in the air tonight – even Battersea seemed half-bearable. Stubs out her cigarette.
Cherry

The Undergraduate

To set the scene, it was 1968; Jonathon – seventeen, and me? Shall we say…a year or more his senior?
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In These Shoes?

(Edit) So...you've wound down the window - so there is life on Mars...
Gold cherry

Terms of Endearment

You’re cruising along, quite nicely, thank you, and then she decides it’s time for the patter of tiny feet...

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