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"Not just romance, but full blown intercourse!" The Producer grinned, enjoying watching his assistant squirm as she added to her notebook with a shaking hand. -
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yet another outcast made his awkward way through the throng towards the bar. They pulled their wallet out of their cargo trousers, and started counting out their coins.
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6
In a panic he shoved the plate into the oven, slamming the door shut, thankful for his father's deafness. Heart pounding, settled himself at the table, trying to act natural.
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3
trailed my hands further down, feeling the gentle curve of my hips, squeezing my buttocks, and marvelling at their bounce. For five long minutes I explored, entranced by the gift.
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9
Marta chose her words carefully, but resolutely refused to bow down from his gaze. "I want to be stronger. I need to be stronger. I need to fight the almighty turtle."
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4
I wished I could. It haunted me day and night. From waking to the moment that I went to bed it was there, rattling around and around in my brain. No respite. No escape.
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3
I'd had to skirt around him to get to a bench, already regretting my night-time excursion to McDonalds, and he'd been there. I couldn't imagine why he was there, scrubbing.