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"Have you been to the new club?" Pauline whispered her weekend plans to her friend in the next cubicle at work. "I want to go there, so bad, this weekend. I heard it's awesome. Do you want to go?" Here we go thought Amanda listening to the two airheaded young women discussing what and who they did over the weekend and who and what they want to do next weekend.

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The hardest part of a marathon is often around Miles 20 and 21. It's the terrible intersection where the body is exhausted and the mind knows that the finish line is still miles ahead. Lauren hit that low point around noon. She was in good condition, her small body lean and toned, but the day was simply too much. It was much hotter than expected, over 80 degrees even at the starting line, and she had been struggling since Mile 14. She was too hot, too dehydrated, and had pushed too hard for her first marathon.

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My name is Amy. My best friend is Dana. This is a story about a little dilemma the two of us had, and how we overcame it by being open-minded and unafraid. Last year, Dana and I were roommates in our university dorm. We were first-year students and we shared our part of the floor with eight other girls.

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Mr. Anderson didn't know what to do with the girl now that he was done. She remained in the inverted position until he felt he had to shake her out of it. It looked as though she may have stayed there all day, her red gaping ass shining in the sun over the top of her dripping pink chink. She had to taught some manners, this girl, and he knew exactly the person to do it

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First off I want to thank everyone for the terrific feedback I've gotten so far. My intention is to spread the gamut of themes, and try to come up with as diverse a body of work as I can muster. * My name is Holly, I'm 28 now, but this story happened when I was eighteen. It was my first year of college. That was when it all happened.

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There she was, as fresh as a spring morning, as ripe as a juicy apple and as hot as an afternoon in the sauna. Sitting in the cafeteria of the gym, in a just a little bit too tight summer dress that strained the front button row around her chest in the most hypnotic way, I knew that there was no turning back. I had to have her, or at least die trying.

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