He wouldn’t ask the exact amount, but he knew the number of Sarah’s previous partners couldn’t be counted on two hands.
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She thought Sophie didn’t look that pretty on her wedding day. But she didn’t know that one hour from the ceremony the flowers hadn’t arrived yet and Sophie’s dress ripped on the side, at the height of the shoulder blazes – the place Mark would have covered with his arm while sleeping if the night before they hadn’t quarreled and slept on the opposite sides of the bed.
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Remember warm lines,
Lapping over the sunlight,
Mother’s hands disclose.Photo by Cecile Hournau on Unsplash
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To Camille, there were two types of people: those who sat slovenly on the sunny side of the bench and those who squeezed under the shade of the tree.
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“Anything to add, Laura?”
Laura flinches and looks around at her colleagues, who pretend to be too busy with the papers they have been provided.
She points out at the corner of the room where the spiders have crept in, but their existence can’t be demonstrated any longer.
“Right,” is the one of the last words she will ever hear from Crane.
Thanks to The Devil’s Dictionary
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Not without excitement, he had gotten closer to her face, as close he could distinguish the pink powder of make up applied to her cheekbone.
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He was caressing her small arm, the daunting afternoon clouds running towards the horizon and with them the remaining of rain; the smell of wet soil filtered by the dead trees’ branches was filling up their silence.
A minuscole dimple encountered in his fondling, he looked down to a tiny white scar on her skin; but kept on cuddling her without talking.
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She woke up, her clothes drenched in sweat. She caressed her humid hair, it was all still there. She then rolled her hand on the side of her bed, on which she found none.
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She started nodding at the song’s rhythm miming the crowd around her, despite finding herself not enjoying that music in any possible way.
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