Fiction
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You see, I have put George there entering an apartment building in the posh 16th arrondissement, and all I’m thinking about is his cock.
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I was the woman and he was the man, I was Asian and he was white, I was just another local girl and he was the dashing coveted foreigner. . . .
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. . .every time a plane flew over, Dai would go out to the yard, jump up and down in time to “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy . . .”, head held high up, hands reaching upward.
As I close my eyes, I think of a gentle rain and the red flowers.
"...the man developed the film and very carefully made print after print, watching the two of them take shape on the white paper..."