Author: admin
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Mooning
Stephen had just photocopied his arse again—for the twelfth time that morning. George, the director of the factory, sat in his cramped office, taking a break from doing nothing in particular. He was watching him from the window overlooking the production hall. This wasn’t the first time he’d caught Stephen so hard at work. Stephen…
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Where were you last night?
“‘Where were you last night?’ … That’s your new tattoo?” “Yeah! You don’t like it?” “No.” “I thought it would be kinda funny. You know, in an ironic way, cause I always ask you that in the morning when you go out without me, don’t I?” “But… on your forehead? Really?” “Look, if you don’t…
