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“Kurt said, “I have always wanted to wipe that self-satisfied smug look from the face of thee Prussian Pickle!” — Michael G. Kramer Copy Share Image
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“Once, I’d been so afraid you would forget me. Now I knew you wouldn’t, but it didn’t make me feel any better.… — Nicola Maye Goldberg Copy Share Image
“Can you imagine how many people got laid in here?" Abby said, walking to the other side of the Jacuzzi.” — J.C. Henderson Copy Share Image
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“The softness, warmth and weight of her breast filled his palm. “I’ve imagined this for weeks,” he murmured. Thinking of her out… — Yvonne Korshak Copy Share Image
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“For instance, the headmistress, Miss Moore. I knew right away that she had come to Antigua from England, for she looked like… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
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