He felt a void inside his chest the day she said she wanted nothing to do with him anymore.As he fucked many women (and a few guys) in orther to forget her,it was not working.Sex

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She wore flowers in her hair, on her dress and elsewhere. She smiled and gave me a wave and I

Twas the night before the birthing, and all through the tent, nothing was stirring, not even 50cent. 50Cent was 2busy mixing martinis 2worry about the c section happening 1 tent ov

Peter donned his purple wig and purple glasses, headed to the purple factory to help make purple mattresses for the Purple family of which he was the youngest. Peter Plum Purple II

Innocuous lullabies seemed to serendipitously prepare the stunned boy for the chair being thrown at him as he remembered he was running down the stairs to escape the long-arm of an

KEEP IT IN! KEEP IT IN! Suppress every emotion and begin! KEEP IT IN! Hold the storm outside and bottle up inside. The cold keeps bothering me everyday. - From movie, Defrost

This is my Historia De Un Amor. My name's Hasselhoff - David Hasselhoff and my story is the same as yours but different. It began one steaming night in Old Tunis. The dark eyed

There was an old house in the forest...

Leonardo's uncle Gianno was a geometer, and never made much money. So he bought a horse named Ziggy Stardust and trained it to win the Triple Crown, with his nephew's help. One

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She watched as he rolled in the mud, looking like a little pig.

Although euros have a light hint of cresote, nothing can compare to the smoky aroma of a burning hundred dollar billl.

Lucky Lucy loses lives through being loose

Regrettably, not every story can be happy, or silly, or funny. Some stories, such as this one, are more than just sad or grim. This is a story of stark cruelty and human evil.

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It snuck up on me, unaware, but as soon as its icy stream of abuse marched across the difficult-to-bend hairs on the back of my neck--down the 40 miles of bad road that is my spine

Abruptly,the onomatopoeia rolled off his feral tongue and he kept mooing to the girl sitting on the steps to the brick town house,as she smiled most condescentingly.

The summer grass, it's all that's left of an old warriors dreams. The field of battle, Daisy's backporch swing. Still there, but Daisy's gone, and what I got? Just a fading dream

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