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Kitchen Cupboards

The best way to cut the woman down to size would be to flirt with her husband but I didn’t want to do that. Two wrongs didn’t make a right. Or at least that’s how I was consoling myself.  With … Continue reading

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Flirtation After all, there’s no need to say anything at first.  An orange, peeled and quartered, flares like a tulip on a Wedgwood plate. Anything can happen. Outside the sun has rolled up her rugs and night strewn salt across … Continue reading

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