August 2011
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Weed always made Giselle…friskier than she usually was. It lowered her inhibitions, and she loved it. After she returned from the kitchen with beers for the boys and handed Charlie his, instead of returning to her place on the floor between Nic’s feet, she settled down on his lap, her breasts in his face while she opened the beer behind his head. He kissed her cleavage, lightly, and looked...
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because he writes me love letters: lustful and vivid love letters that are almost angry and violent in their intensity. because he leaves them everywhere: between the pages of whatever book i’m reading; inside my pillow case; in the cigar box that holds my jewelry; pinned to my bath towel; between the cushions of the couch.
because he speaks to me in obscure movie quotes and kisses me...