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“Stop it, stop it! Stop it!! Jesus, but shut the hell up!” Damned mewy katya. Giving me a fucking headache. I press on in my thoughts, rummaging about for vague words and nagging indescribable...
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I was sitting in the sunshine amid the dandelions on a particularly blearily clear day, reading Ulysses over a grass-encrusted mug of coffee. Reading about Cyril Sargent, the wimpy little snot only...
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Christ, but this looks complicated. Why French braids? I’m thinking to myself, dousing another quiff of Perrier into a pony tumbler. The things we’d do. Lessee, step the first: brush or comb the hair...
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Rutger hasn’t the faintest what to say, facing the splintered unvarnished insides of his postal box glittering in the morning sun. Devastation studded in dewy, damnable diamonds like a fallen monarch....
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