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Friday 7 June 2002 |
I actually blushed yesterday, on the subway. I was reading GRR Martin’s Storm, hanging onto a pole when a young blonde Spanish girl came in, grabbed the pole, and clung to it. I repositioned my hand to get a better grip, but she seemed to have molded herself onto it, so all I got was waist, hip, and thigh. I settled for a fingertip grip and staring furiously at George (averaging 75 pp per day).
4:22:28 PM 
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© Copyright 2002 Richard Allan Baruz.
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