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Give me something to bite my teeth into, like your wool socks, gray and soft, best when worn without shoes, displayed, kicked up on the coffee table. Better yet... your jeans; five pockets, rivets, amber thread stitching, with a zipper fly. Again and again they thump and tumble with mine in the dryer. Never offering resistance to its heat. I admit to being frightened at the thought of such a hunger. --Give Me, by Tery J. England (Spare Change) |
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