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This Dance Is A Survival Skill For The Bees

There’s a thrift shop on Hawley Street, just before you get to Obalende. The old woman who runs the place fucks for money. She’s awful inappropriate; her clothes always riding way too high or too low, so that she’s all loose flesh, and pounds of ill-worn makeup. Her mouth is a bowl of gunk marinating in filth but the boys love her regardless.

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Peeping Tom

I shuddered a little in the slight cold and wrapped my bed spread around myself to stifle it. All before me was dark and I had to wait for a little while before my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Why was I awake? I ran a tired hand over my face and looked around me at my small dingy room.

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She was a romantic at heart and believed in love on a very primal level. Although she had to admit that after so many years, a part of her had totally given up on men. The challenge was, most people would never believe she had these issues because of how she looked.

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The Toymaker

“I’m happy he’s dead.” Said one.
“He was a useless man.” Said another.
They could hear a mourner speaking from the podium saying, “He was so kind, so full of life. We didn’t always get along, but he was a man who deserved respect.”

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The Seventh Circle

Timi couldn’t wait to celebrate their anniversary which was still a good nine months away so he decided that they’d toast to new beginnings on the day that marked one year since they met. One year during which he was made to chase after a girl who made the others he’s had pale in comparison. One year since they met at the Motion Ground on campus.

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