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FICTION: Opening the Dam

“I remember oranges in the fruit basket and she remembers a wet washcloth draped over the faucet. We couldn’t tell you about the words”

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It's A Mystery

When the transvestite reached the building, she-he leapt ballerina-like to a pipe on the wall.

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