RoseMarie London
So fragile were the threads. Even after all of our thunder and lightning
and after our having settled into the illusory rainbow of some kind of
friable camaraderie, he still could not guess what it was I really
wanted.
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Tim Toterhi
I saw her at the bar. A wicked angel, sipping from a glass shorter
than her legs, taller than her skirt. She was the kind of woman the
average man
believes he could never have.
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