Rough Drafts

I watched as Roman placed olives on a toothpick and then dropped them into a martini…

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“Hello,” I sleepily said into the phone. “Did I wake you?” I lifted the phone from…

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  Standing in Stellan’s living room, I stared at the picture of his parents holding a…

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“Friday’s here!” I squealed and jumped up and down on my bed.  I had once again…

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  “So tell me about this Stellan guy,” my older and overly protective brother said as…

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  I watched as Stellan glanced at his watch and then look around for me.  I…

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“You’re never here on a Monday,” Gwen said as she placed a napkin down on the…

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  The throbbing in my head beat in a double time rhythm with my heart.  I…

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Pizza e Vino was a cozy, candlelit restaurant that was nestled in between two towering skyscrapers. …

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  I woke in sea of lust and desire.  Luckily, I didn’t wake up with a…

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  I sat with Roman in my cozy corner of the bar.  It was his night…

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I rolled over with a stretch and a yawn.  I hated mornings yet I woke up…

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bar·fly ˈbär-ˌflī noun:  Somebody who spends large amounts of time in bar          Would that definition…

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