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Just a game of names. from lucreziaborgia Pro 500 days old
Maybe it is the wine, or the thick air curling itself up the pub's rotting rafters and hanging down like a death sentence. Maybe I am just sick and ...
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The life I lost, and finding Mr Lost. from lucreziaborgia Pro 500 days old
I sit at the greasy table in the little pub with two other women, and try to concentrate on what they are discussing, instead of letting my eyes wander ...
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Dancing with Mr Lost from lucreziaborgia Pro 500 days old
[ ... ] pub, with a small group of mothers I have not yet argued with about education standards in this country. It was the glasses he was wearing, I ...
