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So, does this "fictional misses" ever get her "fictional breakfast", and does this "fictional Triumph rider" ever get out of this "fictional doghouse"???
(ya know, I'm tempted to go directly to the last page of this story to find out, but I always feel I'm sort'a cheatin' whenever I do that)
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The rythmic whirring of the range hood softly swept away the convicting swirls of smoke from her AK - 47 . He lay in a quivering fetal posture on the cold tile as she callously ate the omlet that he had so lovingly prepared for her . She pondered the irony of the beginning of a new year , and the end of another era .
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