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As the coffee slid down my throat and the caffeine penetrated my haze, I wondered why he had returned so soon. I pulled my scraggly housecoat tightly around me. His gray eyes looked far too awake for this time of the day. He must be one of those morning people. After sitting contentedly for five minutes his left knee began to fidget. I enjoyed his discomfort. Call me mean, but anyone who dares enter my domain before my first cup of coffee d..
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His hair smelled fresh and earthy, as if he lived in the outdoors, but the room smelled of farts. I'll never understand how little boys can fart so much. It's like they store them up.
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But I had lived long enough to know that a woman needed to rely on herself, stand on her own two feet and fight her own battles. She has to design her own version of a happy ending.
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It was a dark and stormy night when the witch and the vampire met in the house of death.
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