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My life is here now. At least for the moment. I am a neurotic daughter. One who keeps sleeping pills and Valium and antidepressants by the medicine cabinet in the room. Blasphemy was high on my list of unforgivable things. As it was, the chances of procuring even an alcoholic drink were unpredictable. Bit by bit my alcohol collection grew and as my ( Read more... )

It happened that way, as we offered one another such violent kisses that it sparked flames from my tongue to hers, and hers to mine. It was the kind of foreplay that needed no explanation, justification, or mention of a past or future. The kind that got others involved, peeping and pointing through windows. It was the kind of combustion that forced ( Read more... )

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