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I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Her white smooth skin made me vibrate. I looked at her and felt the enormous desire to touch her. And when the contact came, it was all I could dream about. They told me I am not the sharpest fellow in the neighborhood, but she liked me as I am. As the matter of fact, she preferred me to all others. With them, she would get excited very quickly and then get ruined in nick of time. But with me… Each time she permitted me to touch h...
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Alan shaved himself very closely. Then put Chanel for men perfume and smiled. He showed the real man biceps to his mirror image, folding and unfolding his right hand. His left hand's big finger showed a sign of "you see!" A pleased grin covered his face. He will have a terrific sex today. ~*~ Hannah looked at a wrinkle above her left cheek. Or was it under her left eye? What ould she call it? She took some cream and began to rub it into the wrinkle. Then she massaged it. The bad b...
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Monday morning. The cuckoo exits the clock on the wall and hesitantly looks at me. I don't see it. So the bird makes the cuckoo once. Turns left and right, looking for some flying sandal or pillow, but a moment later, reassured, cuckoos three times more. Then it enters into the clock to check out what is the hour, and returns to make three more morning battle cries. I hear the bird and try to recollect where I put my slippers. Then I remember when I threw them on the cuckoo the last Monday...
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"Looking into the sea, he made last farewell and went home." "Wait. What is it?" "What?" "It's the end. Is it not?" "Yes." "But where is the story?" "You wanted a short story, didn't you?" "Yes, but… "But what?" "It's not a story. It's just the ending. There is no story here." "If it wouldn't be a story, why would he make a farewell then?" "Well. If you put it this way, mayb...
Version 2
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II hear knocking on the door. -Who's there? -Me. -Funny, very funny. Who is it? -it's me. Muse. - - - (thinking in progress…) - - -What do you want? -To come in? -There's nobody here. -There is you. -I didn't invite you. -Are you sure? - - - (thinking in progress…) - - -Did I? -Yes, last summer, when you wanted to write a letter to that lovely lady, I forgot her name. -Yeh, me too. Wait. If I invited you last summer, why you came only now? -Bad connection. The lines were out ...
Version 2
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I went to the nearby town. I had a business there. An urgent business. A new client. So I agreed to meet in half an hour, entered the car and drove away. But five minutes before the town, I saw her! Or more accurate her smile. Just as I went into the curve in the road, I sensed something that felt as Reflection of a light beam. I did the emergency stop and almost found my face flat on the windshield. Immediately after, I felt as though somebody threw me back into the car's chair. Then the c...
Version 1
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I went to the nearby town. I had a business there. An urgent business. Maybe a new client. So I agreed to meet in half an hour, entered the car and drove away. But five minutes before the town, I saw her! Or more accurate her smile. Just as I went into the curve in the road, I sensed something that felt as Reflection of a light beam. I did the emergency stop and almost found my face flat on the windshield. Then I felt as though somebody throws me back into the car's chair. Then the car stop...
Version 2
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At the age of one, I opened my eyes to see the world. At the age of two, they showed me a mirror and I closed my eyes not to see this ugly world. At the age of three I began to go. At four, I learned to return. At the age of five, I wrote my first story. At six I learned to write. At seven I learned to read, but after I saw some reviews on my writings, I decided to stop reading. At eight I went to school. At nine, I returned. One hour was too much for me. At the age of ten, I went to grade ...
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It is so unfair. Your wife with kids took holiday near sea. But you have to stay behind for the next week because you have some meetings. The life is really unjust. You are here and your family is there! The disturbing thoughts of disappointment start to fill your head, but you don't surrender and with one vigorous shake of your head throw out all the unpleasant thoughts which fly like drops of water in all directions. Your eyes rest on the family picture. 'Children, for sure, are swimming ...
Version 1
2 Reviews
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At age of one, I opened my eyes to see the world. At age of two, they showed me a mirror and I closed my eyes not to see this ugly world. At age of three I began to go. At four, I learned to return. At age of five, I wrote my first story. At six I learned to write. At seven I learned to read, but after I saw some reviews on my writings, I decided to stop reading. At eight I went to the school. At nine, I returned. One hour was too much for me. At age of ten, I went to grade A. Again. At ag...
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