A rose by any other name

It was strangely cold in that sickly humid, hot, dimly lit strip club office. The worn couch she found herself uncomfortably prone upon smelled of the years worth of cheap cigars and cheaper booze consumed[…]

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The healing process

“I think I’m getting sick.” /> /> “Why? What are your /> “A little scratch in my throat. My head hurts. I don’t like where this is headed.” “No, me neither. OK, I have the[…]

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My first boyfriend 5

Wow. I stopped writing a moment and looked back. I’ve written well over twenty pages already and I still haven’t even gotten to the part where I get fucked. It’s just that I remember that[…]

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