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I stepped out of the office and tightened my jacket collar around my neck, trying to keep the rain out. My commute home most days isn't that bad, but the rain always makes it slow and miserable. I pull out of the parking lot, and begin crawling my way back home. I'm pretty much miserable as I flip back and forth between stations trying to keep up on traffic reports, while trying to get the heat high enough to dry me off, without fogging up the windows.

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There is never time for even kisses once the door is closed and the helmets are unstrapped and off. I know exactly what must happen, there can be no prevarication, no need to dance around it; not with the invisible force flowing between us, around us, inside of us, all through us. Gloves are pulled off and he unbuckles the straps and parts the studs on our leather jackets.

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The day had been pretty boring at college. I couldn't wait till I got home. I knew today would be the day. Both parents would be gone, and I just received my package in the mail. As if it weren't great enough, tonight was the first night of spring break. My parents wouldn't be gone for only one night, but they were taking a vacation and leaving me home alone to house sit. Being the mature twenty-one year old I am, they trusted me.

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Sofia was feeling miserable like the weather. She had arrived in London 6 months earlier from her native Germany to find work. Leaving everything behind, friends, family, a now ex-boyfriend. She was brought up on a farm in the communist east, dreaming of a life over the wall.

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