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Blog entryPutin, Russia and the West BBC 2. [Endgame] celticman213 years 3 months ago

My stories

The Problem

“Are you having an affair?” Terry’s husband asked her, when she started writing erotica. She denied it. She wasn’t having an affair.

The car

She wanted his 1963, red Cadillac Coupe De Ville. Silky, and smooth, freshly polished; her hand gently caressed the white top as she peered in the passenger window.
Cherry

Dog Kills Rattlesnake

I believe in signs. I read my horoscope daily, and take it to heart, especially when I am pursuing a new love affair.

Her Awakening

She looks at him sitting across from the kitchen table. It’s been a couple days since they last saw each other.

His Rattle

When he left she drained the last of the whiskey and smoked the last of her cigarettes. She went to the bathroom, got out a fresh new razor, and shaved off all of her pubic hair.

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