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I am sitting in my room in front of an open window. Outside the window is a cactus. I didn’t plant the cactus nor did my wife who after rightly accusing me of not paying enough attention to her,left me on the second of last month. Actually, after paying reasonably enough attention to her, I realized she didn,t deserve that amount of attention. It didn’t take me long to get used to her absence though.
Roses, sir"the florist asked Rufus with a kind smile."Yes, of course," he replied; his gaze fixed on his Blackberry." Red or yellow?"
Two puffs of Dunhill, and she was already done. She crushed it on her Swarovski ashtray.
How much do you love me?" used to be Shanti's usual question to Santosh. Without looking at
It was near dusk. A man in his early fifties and a girl in her late teens were stolling along peacefully. He was short, plump and dark with salt-and-pepper hair. She was waiflike,
Shanti was 15 years old and when she asked for magic dust, we went on a search,
I surrendered to the demon. I should have known better earlier, but the love or lust thing got into me. I could not see beyond it. I just wanted to be wrapped around his huge inviting body and kissed by his ever-eager hungry lips.
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