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Tuesday, January 27, 2004




Clam Chowder on the Landing Strip


He thought that he could handle it in all of its exaggerated glory:
the sight,
the smell,
and the excess moisture.

"Go south", reminded the father.

And yet, on the first night, the stud that he was,
he failed miserably.

When, onto his virgin wife's stomach, at the first sight of the vagina,
he vomited.


About 55 Fiction and its rules.

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