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Scratching an Itch

She said she had A Moonest Proposal. I said it made no sense. She said it would after she’d explained it.

Apparently, one of my numerous sexual conquests had let slip that I was fond of, shall we say, ‘frolicking in the crimson lagoon’. 656 more words

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When Research hits the Real: Three Old Cures Made Current

When someone uses the term, “oil,” in this day and age, they are usually thinking of either fuel or food. But, in an awesome confluence of friendship and researching forĀ  612 more words

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