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There’s something about stilettos that makes a woman really feel like a woman. Makes her feel like she could have the whole world at her feet and be the dream ...

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Turn at the next corner she said. Slow down she shrewed at him. Not so close she yelled. That’s only a yellow light–gun it she ordered. They both ...

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“When it comes to relationships there’s no cosmic algebra to decipher, no God is nature is science is kismet is Ralph Waldo Emerson.” Darrell spoke in riddles, ...

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Arthur opened one of the Fed-Ex envelopes on the mantel and inspected its contents. Pictures and a medical certificate of a boy named Kelvin White slid out of ...

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She found the Colt 1911 in a box behind an old pair of snow boots. It was old, some of its metallic luster lost after years of storage. Her grandfather carried ...

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“The cereal aisle is the devil’s workshop, our children are tempted just like Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden” Bishop Tobias T. Truth bellowed to a ...

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I have never once seen him sleep. Always, I manage to fall asleep first, drifting off against the bony surface of his chest, arms and legs wrapped around him ...

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My father talked in “sayings”—trying to work at least one into every conversation. “There is no good time for something bad to happen,” he said for the ...

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I was late getting home from work. Only six hours. I walked on tip-toes carrying my shoes. Sarah was sitting in the living room with the TV on mute. ...

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She’d be sitting alone, smoking a cigarette or drinking a glass of red wine in some sparsely-populated bar somewhere uptown, staring into the strained and ...

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I am a jealous lover, and this morning I searched through the pockets of the trousers you left at my house, looking for any evidence of infidelity I could pin ...

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“The Evolution is complete. You are finished!” Adam rose and gazed at his perfect fingers. Eve stroked the silky strands of her golden hair as she lay in ...

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