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I sat next to a **** fox at the bar It was a stumble really--I didn't see her and barely made it onto the stool But she scooted to the left and brushed my right arm I glanced and said, "Hi." She smiled and asked how I was doing. I responded with, "What are you drinking?" She giggled and said she was sipping on a *** and coke I got the bartender's attention and told him, *** and coke" He brought it back and sat it between the two of us--      I threw him six bucks. She drained her drink and reached for the *** and coke. --I slipped in quicker and grabbed the glass; gulped it The fox looked confused I smirked,      stood up,           and walked out.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
Christine, the fox
***** something pernicious that has lasted when we talk when we listen when we laugh and cry when we forget it all and repeat when we stop reading we write only when something wrong occurs when we write we start reading when something mirthful occurs we compliment the dead and the suicidal --the suicidees we are something, public that has lasted this long when we steal and not even replace it with a helpful, joyful smile of appreciation when we yell and the children cry because their pain is only emotional because they need to feel a harsh beating when we lie because it's just a bit more simpler than explaining the entire story when we pawn off the pawns and when the cats refuse to get close enough to be pet the public is something [revise]
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
the public, something