Tag: Plumbing
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Cherie
“Are you not going to talk to me, then?” “Yeah, of course – if you want, like.” Martin knew he was blushing. The girl with the long sun-kissed legs confronted him as he stepped out of the elevator cage. Jack, his mate, followed him, making a sound of appreciation in his ear which, had he…
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Mario, Maria, and Something Slimy in the Night
It lives somewhere, in some chamber dark and drear I know not of: I know only it must be damp, and cold, and these things are all my consolation, because it hates me and I wish it in hell. At night it moves, sometimes silently, sometimes with barely audible stealth. But I hear it, and…
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