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"A Zebra Sweater Romance" 
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It's over in recovery, and thank you I don't think I am allowed in recovery. Are they all mean over there too?
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Are they all mean over there too? Only to hairless chested boy-men. Oh. Nebbermind.
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Only to hairless chested boy-men.
Oh.
Nebbermind. et tu, turtle?
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It's over in recovery, and thank you I don't think I am allowed in recovery. Are they all mean over there too? anyone is allowed over there, we're not picky
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"I never drove to her campus, took her in my arms and kissed her like the world was ending." - Romeo
Andrea's golden hair spread out like a halo from the serenity of her slightly sleepy face, framing her blissful expression in a nest of saffron locks that irresistably and inevitably drew John's mind back to fond memories involving a few scattered bales of straw the color of her hair covering the bed of the azure datsun pickup truck where they shared their secrets and their bodies for the first time; smiling inwardly at the upwelling of pleasant memory, he reached out and stroked her hair, glad once again that her hair didn't make the sort of crunching sound that straw did when stroked and that her hair didn't break off in little pieces and get uncomfortably stuck in his shorts.
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“In a sense now, I am homeless. For the home, the place of refuge, solitude, love-where my husband lived-no longer exists.” Joyce Carolyn Oates, A Widow's Story
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"I never drove to her campus, took her in my arms and kissed her like the world was ending."
Andrea's golden hair spread out like a halo from the serenity of her slightly sleepy face, framing her blissful expression in a nest of saffron locks that irresistably and inevitably drew John's mind back to fond memories involving a few scattered bales of straw the color of her hair covering the bed of the azure datsun pickup truck where they shared their secrets and their bodies for the first time; smiling inwardly at the upwelling of pleasant memory, he reached out and stroked her hair, glad once again that her hair didn't make the sort of crunching sound that straw did when stroked and that her hair didn't break off in little pieces and get uncomfortably stuck in his shorts.  Your Romeo, aren't you?
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The heaving waves on the vast, ink-black ocean sent a salty spray over the proud bow of the three-masted ship, leaving beads of water on the exposed alabaster skin above the bodice of the tall, raven-haired woman who stood sobbing on the deck, her salty tears mixing with the storm-tossed sea.
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Who's Andrea?? Who's John?? Does Andrea know John's been stalking me??
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“In a sense now, I am homeless. For the home, the place of refuge, solitude, love-where my husband lived-no longer exists.” Joyce Carolyn Oates, A Widow's Story
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I wonder how the writer knew her tears were salty since she was being sprayed with sea water.
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“In a sense now, I am homeless. For the home, the place of refuge, solitude, love-where my husband lived-no longer exists.” Joyce Carolyn Oates, A Widow's Story
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Stretching her arms and legs as the sun first peeked in between the drapes that covered her windows, much the same way Herbert had peeked through her blouse the previous night, Melissa reflected (perhaps because of the shiny spot where some of the superglue still hadn't come off) that she liked waking up in the mornings--not so much as, for instance, waking up in the afternoon or even in the evening, but much more than she liked waking up in a dumpster.
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Bit bucket's cheating  Andrea sighed contentedly. John's stroking her hair reminded her of the way her hairdresser washed it at the salon, but without the harsh smell of chemicals that made her eyes burn with tears. In fact the only time her eyes had ever swam with tears around John, was that time in the Datsun where he had let one go....
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I never claimed it to be an original work
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smiling inwardly at the upwelling of pleasant memory ![[Linked Image from millan.net]](http://www.millan.net/minimations/smileys/coffeescreen.gif)
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Hey now, I'm supposed to be the writer here.
Of course, if I wrote stuff like that, they would probably repossess my MFA.
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The most lamentable comedy, and
most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.
Thisbe :
Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These My lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:
Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word:
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
And by the way, why did you never drive to my campus, take me in your arms and kiss me like the world was ending? Dweeb.
(Stabs herself)
And, farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
(Dies)
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And, farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
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