Tag: prose
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Destitute Illusions
Him: Are you hungry? Her: No, I had something to eat. So go ahead, I’ll just have a smoke. Him: Should you be smoking after what happened? Her: No, but I’ve been doing so anyway. This is funny. Him: What is? Her: This whole situation, you know… Him: No I don’t, tell me. Her: This…
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rue, Oct 31st 2009
The morning light slithered into my half open eyes – you were one of the people that found it rather amusing that I actually slept with my eyes semi-open. I shut them, rolled them around a couple of times then opened them to find the September 2009 Playmate glaring down at me with a wink…
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… and then I kissed her (I)
“I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve put through,” I started as she unlocked the door to her apartment. She was startled at first but relaxed when she recognised my voice. “What are you doing here?” she turned around as I took the last drag of my cigarette. She was a mess, but then again,…