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Just a Thought
Inside the pub, Richard’s friends continued to celebrate his forthcoming departure with an enthusiasm that, to Richard, was beginning to border on the sinister.
—Neil Gaiman/Neverwhere
2.00 Bloody Mary

I just had two of the most amazing 2.00 Bloody Marys.
Two Dollars!!
Why can’t I order sexual favors like I order drinks? Can I get a mojito in a tall glass over here? A beer with a huge head please? A salty dog all over my chest please? Keep my tab open I’m going to want a Guinness later.
Simplicity itself, ask and get exactly what you are looking for – probably why it wouldn’t work in dating with all of the stupid nobody wants to say the wrong thing bullshit. Besides, a 2.00 drink is awesome, not sure a 2.00 sex act is going to have the same aftertaste.
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Just a Thought
Mom, in the photos, was wearing a dress that seemed sheerer than it actually was, so in every photo she looked like a ghost, a ghost that at any moment you might catch nude. It was a work of art, the dress, because it danced right in between the very tangible and the very intangible, and her skin and the dress were hard to distinguish.
—Aimee Bender/The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake
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Kitten Hugs
Just a Thought
I lay against the pillow and aged many years in that hour on my own.
—Aimee Bender/The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake
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They Are Seattle Bound
The bluest skies you’ve ever seen are in Seattle
And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle
—Hugo Montenegro/Seattle
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Just a Thought
He breathed in her hair, the sweet-smelling thickness of it. My father usually agreed with her requests, because stamped in his two-footed stance and jaw was the word Provider, and he loved her the way a bird-watcher’s heart leaps when he hears the call of the roseate spoonbill, a fluffy pink wader, calling its lilting coo-coo from the mangroves. Check, says the bird-watcher. Sure, said my father, tapping a handful of mail against her back.
—Aimee Bender/The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake
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