Twister 2876

He pays his tab, and heaves himself off the stool. He thinks about what awaits him at home. And goes out in search of a decent cheeseburger.

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Twister 2875

The elevator was rank. She entered and made a face and then stared at him with considerable loathing. Do you hate your mother? he asked her.

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Twister 2874

And then they had their existential crisis. She was questioning his very sense of himself. Because she hated leftover Chinese for breakfast.

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Twister 2873

The sun shone through her dress. He could see that she had a fake leg and he considered the aesthetics of longing. And his friend said, Dude

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Twister 2872

She called him dispassionate but he misunderstood. He rubbed his body with oil and sang French songs. So she called him stupid. He got that.

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Twister 2871

His colleagues could no longer ignore the odor emanating from his office and confronted him. This is where all the dead bodies are, he said.

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Twister 2870

They sat bemoaning the inherent aches and pains of aging. My feet just get uglier, one of them said. I love that website, another one added.

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Twister 2869

She wanted to talk about things that mattered. He was hesitant but horny. I’m all ears, he said. She paused and said, That might be the problem.

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Twister 2868

He walks up to the women. He’s sure he’s thought this through. You have great fingers, he tells one of them. They laugh a lot. He goes home.

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He awoke from infatuation’s reverie when she started grooving to The Commodores. Her dancing was terrible. And he thought about his children

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