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Wednesday, December 03, 2003




A Guy, A Gal, A Car Crash


He was the strong, silent type, who shied away from girls and the spotlight.
And she was less than lady-like, whose reputation was the town's slut.

His pals speculate:
"Did he get to second base?"

Her girlfriends ponder:
"What did she see in him?"

(God knows)

As gossips are told, in Hell their bodies roll.




About 55 Fiction and its rules.

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