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Warren’s “Cheating” (8)

[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (7)."] The rest of the week went as he imagined. Each night, every ten minutes, he received another picture or short movie clip. He continued to send text messages and leave her voicemails, sometimes up to … Continue reading

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I’m Not Complaining (5)

[Continued from "I’m Not Complaining (4).” I’m not complaining when I say that by the time a man is in his 30s he knows how his dick measures up, so it was extremely silly when he asked me, “Is it … Continue reading

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I’m Not Complaining (4)

[Continued from "I'm Not Complaining (3)."] I’m not complaining that they didn’t offer to buy my lunch.  Instead, when the check came he said they’d split it three ways.  Only it didn’t seem to be split three ways because she … Continue reading

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Warren’s “Cheating” (7)

[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (6)."] He was beginning to get tired, and finally realized the evil of her ways: she knew it was nighttime for him. She was going to send one photograph every ten minutes, knowing full well that … Continue reading

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Warren’s “Cheating” (6)

[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (5).] He arrived in Japan the next Sunday night. He called her cell phone, but got no answer, which was odd. She seemed to always answer her cell phone these days, in a very effective effort … Continue reading

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Dream Journal: 4/21/11

Family gathering at a town-wide pitch-fest for tv shows.  [Sister] a lot skinnier so I’m the fattest one again.  Family pitching a tv show for which I’m the on-air personality. Staying in a basement bedroom of a huge house owned … Continue reading

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Biggest Little City in the World

On Friday we checked out of our little hotel room in Union Square and got the Chrysler.  In the light of day the car looked even bigger than I remembered.  No wonder it wanted so much damn gas, the thing … Continue reading

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