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She dropped her satchel on the floor, the multitude of unconverged, expensive and fragile contents scratching and curmudgeoning like war-beaten cats in an asinine lover's quarrel. Yet with the care of an ostrich turning its eggs, she used the tips of her fingers to coax her surplus/refurbished/
Fiction
There was a strange incense burning, smelling of lemon dishwashing soap mixed with marijuana. She surveyed the room's statues of many-armed creatures; these, she assumed were part of an exotic middle eastern religion; she had no idea that India was a country in South Asia - you see,
Fiction
I have this fantasy. Over the course of a few months I would slowly tie off loose ends, get my affairs in order, and stockpile required supplies. I would cancel all my credit cards, telephone accounts, or any other electronic means for finding me… Except for davidnunez.com, I’d