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A glass of water, no ice, and a small white cup filled with dark strong very thick coffee. A pastry, with a slightly salty taste, crumby and delicious, and still warm. Sunlight, because I always take this table, near to the door, by the open windows. Guido is making hot fatty breakfasts for the tourists.…
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We drove out of the city and hit some wind and rain on the way. Charles had brought a big flask of hot tea, and that did us for a while, but it was very cold in the car. The heater was broken, and one of the windows didn’t go up all the way. Charles…
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She buys cheap shampoos for the smell. She’s got bottles of the stuff. It hurts your nose to sniff them, they’re all so chemical. I came out of the bathroom saying that I didn’t know how she could use that cheap shit, that I was surprised her hair wasn’t falling out. ‘I’ve told you,’ she…
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She said she was bored. Then she shot upright and said that I should paint her. I was cool to the idea, at first, coming out of the blue like that. But as she talked about it, I began to see that it might be quite interesting. She was going to undress, and drape herself on the…
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Handstands man wandered into the kitchen earlier, opening all the cupboards like he owns the place, looking for strong liquor. Jodie didn’t say anything. She melts for a tight body. He’s a bit thin for her, maybe, but I could tell she likes him. He doesn’t shave or sculpt his pubes, and he’s milky-skinned with…
Barry Lee Thompson 