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There is a long walk through a market. There are vendors selling wine and cheeses and cilantro. There are lemons and the common lime. Mangoes and juices made from them and oranges and apples. Coffee stands have hundreds of South American and French types to choose from. Little women in torn brown and gray clothing laugh and yell and woo browsers in to purchase their goods with kind words and toothless smiles. Is this Rome? Is this a warm Parisian day? Where is this? Where are we? Everyone see...

"I really like that dress on you" "Really?" Sarah asks, "I bought it on sale." "Yeah," I say, "it leaves very little for the imagination." "When this is over, you won't need to use your imagination," she says while leaning over to kiss my cheek, "you look handsome yourself." She is wearing a very tight-fitting dress that is the color of coal, or the deep-black and blue bruises that form under your fingernails when smashed. Her breasts hang on the edge of covered and complete exposure. Two pa...

Katherine with a "K" calls and basically tells me to get lost. There is yelling and screaming and something about how she will get me. She implies that I am as dead as, well, dead. Her voice is a sharp whine that cracks and pops as it travels through 13 miles of telephone cables to my phone. She swears that she is going to kill me. Any other day and this would be a complete surprise to me. When she usually sees me she gives me a kiss on the cheek and a hug that could kill a bear. Now, when sh...