Monday, 15 November 2010
She was always illogically quite amorous and horny during her Period. Thankfully she produced an dour odor, a smell caught between week old gazpacho and wet dead rodent always a few days prior, which was a kind of warning, a signal that triggered the self preservation tactics of her house mates.
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Envy, envy, she was saying seemingly to herself, as she entered from out of the darkness of the adjoining room carrying unopened plastic wine glasses. He took a few steps towards the bowl where the carton usually lay momentarily forgetting he had decided to give them up two days earlier.
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