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I told myself I would never do it even as

  • I told myself I would never do it even as I knew I would if I told myself to. But would I? I hadn't given myself anything but heartache since... there was a time. Besides, I wasn't

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  • going to write anything or consequence, just a light skip and a hop across a few stories.

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  • He started by dipping his toe in Romance. The water he dipped his toe in was warm like a woman's embrace. He savored the sensation. He might be virile and handsome but he needed a

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  • the stirrings of one who had known what life was all about. His toe became that of a 50 year old man, not one that had been ravaged by time and poor experiences, but one of

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  • refined taste and devilish good looks. His toe decided to call itself Carl and pleaded with a court of law to release him from servitude to the rest of the foot. The judge frowned

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  • at Carl in bewilderment, not knowing how to judge a toe’s predicament from wanting independence from a foot. But seeing as Carl was on the wrong foot anyway, the judge decided to

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  • make a decision. "Carl, America, we believe in individual freedoms . So a toe has a right to leave the foot and persue happiness. On the other hand, different fingers." The judge

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  • began with this preamble: "There are too many fingers in this pie, and too many more noses in the undies involved. Carl and America: if a toe leaves a foot, let it go. If Liberty

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  • gets a new torch filled with explosives, let it blow. If Justice loses her blindfold, pay her off", and all start laughing like a pack of hyenas. "We need to divert attention away

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  • from that unsolved murder case." He scratched his chin thoughtfully and scribbled on his notepad. I peered over his shoulder and read. 'do anover murder ???', he had written.

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