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A short story for the wicked...
He walked into her life and at that moment, she didn't even know he was what she was missing. They both experienced something that couldn't be described in words. Their eyes were parched, glazing back at one another, hungry to uncover the labyrinth of each other's souls...
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I was at a dinner party the other evening and the dude had a Richard Prince painting hanging there on his wall. You know, just hanging up there, enjoying living on the wall and having people like me walk by and do a double-take/ drive-by/ statue-stance...
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