Monday, November 16, 2009
Extra Absorbent
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She came through the door, spilling into the living room with paper boxes cracking apart as they hit the floor. Grinning hear to ear, mouth agape, she was panting still from some ungodly journey; and from the dilated pupils, I suspected she was on a retail high. Back from the mall with a new set of artillery pumps, she had the unmitigated intent to unleash their patent-leathered, gold hardware glory on me now, and there was nowhere to hide.
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