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I'd always found her attractive, of course -- the delicate, smooth skin and raven's hair, long limbed, a smile that always seemed just a hint away from a smirk -- but tonight I'd noticed something I hadn't really taken note of before. Her voice. Something of an elegant force behind it; commanding, perhaps. And that laugh that rumbled in her delicate throat when amused.

After...
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It might be the lack of sleep, or the twelve pack of cherry coke in my system, or that there's been depressingly little sexual contact in the past month, or that I happened to catch the twins bit of Goldmember last night. Regardless of the reason, there's just something extremely appealing about the cute Japanese schoolgirl pretending she doesn't know her skirt is riding up...
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Friday night my parents and I took a break from killing ourselves on the house and went out to this nice little Italian place that I haven't been to since, I think, sometime before the Christmas. We did, of course, forget to bring our own wine, and the horse raddish, and, hey, it looks as though they've stopped stocking steak sauce, so add that to...
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And so but who wouldve thought that the Pied Piper was not stealing the children from the adults of Hamlin for some perceived transgression on their part of a bargain that had had something to do with rats, but instead was liberating a race of dreamers from the drudgery that was to be their futurea future that was surely to consist of them growing into...
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First they were like the animals that her sounds reminded him of, and later they were slow like the swaying of the dying leaves in the fall. Afterwards, he lay awake for a long time, running his fingers from her freckled shoulder, down her smooth flank, to the swelling of her hip, and back again. When sleep finally came his dreams made no sense to...
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Thus far, I've only gotten through the first excerpt for the week, and it was quite brutal. The first ten pages of the second excerpt don't seem to make any promises for it to be any better. What makes it worse is that both individuals have, in the past, taken criticism of their work personally. As much as I'm not going to enjoy writing the...
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Tell me a lie, she said.

Im really a woman, he said without opening his eyes.

No, he could hear the pout on her full lips, one Ill believe.

Why? As his eyes were still closed he didnt see her prop herself up on her elbow and face him.

I dont know, she was smiling now, hoping hed play along. I cant remember you lying...
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I pulled three rusted nails from the sole of my boot after we finished work on the house today; thankfully none of them had penetrated to my foot.

I really like urban legends. I don't know how many of my evenings have been devoured by Snopes.com. Anyone got any favorite urban legends?

I've always been partial to the One Word Exam one.

Though I'm not really a fan of National Lampoon's Animal House (having found, for some inexplicable reason, that I much preferred the thousands of movies it spawned) whenever it comes on, I find myself compelled to watch until the Delta Probation Hearing scene, which contains perhaps the best comedic line reading and reaction shot in all of campus cinema. When it becomes apparent that the...
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By the time I'm dead no one will care that this one time I climbed to the top of the water tower with a giant pumpkin. I'd found the pumpkin in the middle of the field at Jersey Jerry's. It was an angry reddish orange pumpkin that looked like it might give birth to a thousand little green pumpkins at any moment.

I stole this...
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It was during the blizzard of 2000. Classes had been cancelled the week before, and I, never up on what was happening on campus, had walked all the way to class and had sat in an empty classroom for almost an hour before I decided to trek back to the warmth of my dorm room. I made the trip home later that night; going no...
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Tonight we're celebrating my brother's girlfriend's twenty-third birthday. I remember that around this time, five years ago, I was in the Italian Girl's kitchen and commented to her that my brother was probably going to get killed that weekend. After the amusing double take, I explained that he, my brother, had been corresponding with a girl he'd met in a chat room for about two...
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