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My name is Dave Stone and I was in my second year of college and it was getting close to the summer semester. This year I was could either just take the summer off and take a summer job, or sign up for a management internship with one of the companies listed at the college and get credit and a grade for a class.

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Her hands were cool and gentle as they caressed my face. Her fingertips traced my cheekbones, the bridge of my nose, then across my lips and along my jaw. I licked my lips in anticipation, my eyes covered by a blindfold, a little fearful of what to expect. It was bizarre yet exciting, something I had fantasized about but never imagined I would be brave enough to try.

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He entered the room, as he had done so many times before, and he noticed right away that there was a difference. He could not exactly pinpoint the difference or tell what was different or why. He just felt that it was different from all the previous times. There was something in the air, and he had the intense feeling that this time, something was going to happen, and that someone was unwaveringly waiting for him.

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You are a poor student, in dire need of money to pay this semester's tuition. You visit the financial aid office to see if they can help you to find a way to make the payments, a loan, a grant, a scholarship, a job, anything. The aid officer sternly reviewed your records, shaking his head and tsking from time to time.

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Missy is "a giver" - happy to help out, to run an errand, to pitch in when times are tough or just to sit and listen when all that is needed is a shoulder to cry on and the reassurance that one is in the right. That generous nature has its fullest expression when Missy loves. The men in her past life unexpectedly found little bags of their favorite snacks in their brief cases.

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The room was filled with the heat of what seemed like thousand of candles and a sweet yet spicy aroma of burning incense. He was blindfolded, but from what he could tell other then the beating of his heart and his slow even breaths the man was alone. However he couldn't be completely sure.

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Sara and Michael had a quiet and serene marriage for the past 3 years. Michael was a lawyer in a corporate law firm and Sara was a librarian. They spent holidays at their family's houses. They went on vacations twice a year. They owned a nice house in a suburb of New York City.

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Marcellus Tvaris was a tailor. He was the very best of tailors. He could fit a dinner jacket with such precision, he fit his dresses with such delicacy, that he was able to keep his shop open in a suburb on the west side of Detroit for twenty five years. He had an exacting and accurate eye for detail. He would take notice of the particular way a man's waistline might bulge, of all a client's proportions, of how a man walks in his pants and use this information in his tailoring.

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Chapter 1 The last yellow rays of late afternoon sun cut through the old, leaded windows of the student union and caught Barb in the eyes as she sat next to Janet. She squinted, took a sip of her coke, and said, "Let's scoot around a little. The sun's starting to hit me in the eyes."

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Sadie was ready to say her final goodbye to the man who had dominated her mind for the past four years. His name was Bruce, and they had shared a volatile, passionate love affair online. Both were married, both had children, and both had an obsession for each other. Over the course of the four years, the couple had fought and made up more times then either one could ever dream of counting.

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