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Spellbound, I stopped and stared at Bernice. We’d had no contact since high school, yet I knew beyond a doubt it was her. She still had the same walk, that fearless plunging through space oblivious of...
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We’re in bed, but I’m in outer space. I’m in orbit. I’m so far removed from my lumpy Earth form that this could account for necrophilia. But he doesn’t know that. He thinks that I’m right there with...
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