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9/9/03
“The two women were alone in the London flat,” said the narrator in the tones usually reserved for observing lions in their natural habitat. Carrie changed the channe -
Life was the hunt, the endless search for the smell of blood, permeating my nostrils, satiated with the kill. Life was the growl deep in my throat, so low I could hardly hear i
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Love, Laugh, Live
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You sit down at your computer with that intense feeling, like orange rinds in the back of your throat. It’s always after you’ve seen something innocuous, everyday, but with the
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He said her voice was beautiful today.
And the wind blew, and all the golden brown leaves, exactly the color of his corduroys, danced across the concrete building. The patte
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