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"Get off my car," he scowled, "I'm going home," "Well, do you think that maybe I could catch a ride home? I walked all the way down here and I'm ... read more -
transferred to the old pimpernel's new vessel," Christophel told me somberly. Like a worn and wrinkled leather boot, the sky had taken on the dark orangish color of a sunless ... read more -
For the next couple of weeks, Danielle continued to be unresponsive to any of Alex's texts when she needed her the most (she still hadn't found her key). Danielle would ... read more -
most part think like me are obsessed with hating an idea. An intangible construct of the human mind. They hate western society to the core of their being. They hate ... read more -
·٠•●•٠· 22 сентября 2011·٠•●•٠· ___Мысли рассыпались по комнате; они вылетают в распахнутое окно, закатываются под плинтус, налипают на потолок... Собрать их обратно в голову не представляется возможным, не говоря уже ... read more -
After he was finished with my ankle he started on his. I asked him how he did it so quickly and without showing any pain whatsoever. He rolled up his ... read more -
It's just the nature of how my mind will sort of automatically (and seemingly uncontrollably) revert to these behaviors and thought patterns in relation to them that I feel takes ... read more -
"I hope this'll suit ya fine, Miss," The black slave say, holdin' up a candle an' lightin' up mos' the room. I can't see it too well, but there a ... read more -
"go fucking get the money flow!" "i got it gooch, cool out." "nope, not cooling out. get the fucking money." i stepped on his foot and folded it down on ... read more -
A few days later, Alex ran to the door with two large foam-core boards in the dreary wet day. Alex made sure her boards were securely covered by a large ... read more
