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“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.
Read...My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.
Read...Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.
Read...The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.
Read...She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.
Read...At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.
Read...The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.
Read...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
Read...Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.
Read...She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.
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