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Part Three
How are you supposed to slip back into your usual life when something extraordinary happens to you?
It's a simple enough question
. I drove home through the light mid-afternoon traffic with the window rolled down and some Billy Joel on my car's CD player, and pulled into my driveway a half-hour later, in a really good mood.
. She never told me about her plans, but the first alarm bells started ringing when she arrived at my doorstep for a long weekend, dressed in the tightest shorts you could ever imagine, with her top nowhere near hiding her thong from creeping up over her waist, leaving me highly curious about whether she had looked like that throughout her entire public transport trip, and, if so, how the hell she had managed to not get thrown at with tomatoes and eggs by old ladies and other not-so-free spirits. She looked up at me and smiled a wicked smile, one a female lead police movie character performs when she has finally tracked down the antagonist and is about to close the cuffs for the final time
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Part Three
How are you supposed to slip back into your usual life when something extraordinary happens to you?
It's a simple enough question
. I drove home through the light mid-afternoon traffic with the window rolled down and some Billy Joel on my car's CD player, and pulled into my driveway a half-hour later, in a really good mood.
. She never told me about her plans, but the first alarm bells started ringing when she arrived at my doorstep for a long weekend, dressed in the tightest shorts you could ever imagine, with her top nowhere near hiding her thong from creeping up over her waist, leaving me highly curious about whether she had looked like that throughout her entire public transport trip, and, if so, how the hell she had managed to not get thrown at with tomatoes and eggs by old ladies and other not-so-free spirits. She looked up at me and smiled a wicked smile, one a female lead police movie character performs when she has finally tracked down the antagonist and is about to close the cuffs for the final time
”
Part Three
How are you supposed to slip back into your usual life when something extraordinary happens to you?
It's a simple enough question
. I drove home through the light mid-afternoon traffic with the window rolled down and some Billy Joel on my car's CD player, and pulled into my driveway a half-hour later, in a really good mood.
. She never told me about her plans, but the first alarm bells started ringing when she arrived at my doorstep for a long weekend, dressed in the tightest shorts you could ever imagine, with her top nowhere near hiding her thong from creeping up over her waist, leaving me highly curious about whether she had looked like that throughout her entire public transport trip, and, if so, how the hell she had managed to not get thrown at with tomatoes and eggs by old ladies and other not-so-free spirits. She looked up at me and smiled a wicked smile, one a female lead police movie character performs when she has finally tracked down the antagonist and is about to close the cuffs for the final time
