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Subject: {ASSM} {BSFSF} "Pillow Talk" by WZB
Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2003 19:10:07 -0500
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Copyright by Writerzblocked,  2003. All rights, well, you know. Repost and 
archive to your heart's content, just don't charge anyone for it or I'll have
send Harry Long after you. You all know the rest of the drill by now. I'm not 
big on headers and/or labels, so anyone reposting may feel free to add whatever

MF, MM, FF stuff they think is necessary.


"A cockroach."   She scratched her nose.
"Five HUNDRED cockroaches, oooohhh...all running up and down your back."
"Uhhhh...."  He tried to smile.
"Hmm...uhh...a bucket full of"
"...bucket full of left in the...aaaahhh...sun for
"ooooh...ten hours at the mall..."
"...with my sisters..."
"...and my mother..."
She glanced at the clock as he fell on top of her.  "Three minutes, ten
seconds.  A new record."
"Next time...start with...your mother."

(Yeah, OK, so I cheated a little and made up some new words.  Sue me :-)

"Write what you want, how you want, and don't worry about the rest of the
world.  If you do it long enough, eventually they'll catch up."

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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