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To: Kid Rock who wrote (226)12/28/1998 6:38:00 AM
From: nihil  Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 2633
 
RESTAURANT SURAT BY COLESSEUM

Brain-joined, they'd never sexed. Now simultaneously orgasmic in dim light, RexRich watched cornerly the Filipina convulse -- knowing each for the first time -- the girls beneath the table too young to be expert, but learning -- The under-ripe mango reeking of terpenes -- But what the hey! Afterwards, no doubt, there would be dancing!

That's just poetic license. It wasn't like that at all! How did you guess?"



To: Kid Rock who wrote (226)1/1/1999 7:25:00 PM
From: Neenny  Respond to of 2633
 
MONDAY MORNING VISITING A FRIEND

I had driven down that road often. The call had not prepared me for the sight before me today. I was a block away when the flames came into view. A quick prayer, Dear God, don't let anyone have been home.
The family: all 7 safe.
The home: totally lost.



To: Kid Rock who wrote (226)1/2/1999 12:45:00 PM
From: Neenny  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 2633
 
White or Teal?

Having bought the ticket months before, the day had finally arrived. His flight would be landing in one hour. Pondering three questions as I dressed; should I wear my wedding rings or leave them home?? Would he wear his ring?? Should I wear the white lace or teal lace panties??



To: Kid Rock who wrote (226)1/20/1999 5:20:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 2633
 
The Flavor of Failure

The master of the vineyard gazed unblinking into the relentless gray drizzle. Before the clouds came, it was one week from being the greatest harvest the chateau had seen since the immortal '29 - doubtless greater. Now the rotting bunches hung on the waterlogged vines, and the creditors disdained a millennium's heritage.