us to the last.
The years have cast our meetings here
as images on frosted glass
with raindrop spray.
Our secret past is sealed away
inside a dream.... (The Room - A Poem by Dampkitten)
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“Emmmm…”
I was paying to hear that moan. Actually!!! That’s not exactly true. Frankly, I wasn’t expec... Read Chapter
“Lasagna,” I said. “With a caesar salad and a Perrier please.” I added.
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“Shshshshsh….”
The librarian with thick glasses and an angry look on her face shushe... Read Chapter
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Oh, I wasn’t expecting…
Thu, June 9th, 2022 8:33pmmmmmm
Sam, I love this so far. I can’t believe you’re apprehensive about dogs after the position you insisted I assume for my tantric massage…and no, I won’t I won’t bark for you. I’m a kitten, remember?
In a subtle way, your story exposes your vulnerabilities, and I like that very much.
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You probably know my vulnerabilities more than I know them myself
Sat, June 18th, 2022 1:40pm