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a boston watch
Take this," she said.
She shoved something into my hand which I didn't get a chance to
look at because she was also kissing me on the mouth.
"Thanks," she said, and ran back around the corner. I
jumped up and ran after her just in time to see her car speed off in
the wrong direction. I looked in my hand. It was a watch. A man's
watch. Gold. I turned it over. Engraved on the back was "First
Boston Corporation Quarter Century Club: 1925-1950." What had I
heard about a watch lately? I couldn't remember. I put it in my
pocket and went back to the bus.
What the Hey, maybe I'll take a gander at
the the rest of this
story
I've got
nothing better to do
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 "There's nothing wrong
with the desert." Great opening line and a true statement
especially in the middle of winter. In fact, the things that
can be wrong with the desert are not so wrong in the winter
months. The poisonous insects and reptiles retreat, the
relentless heat is gone, many itchies and scratchies are in
semi remission, and the vast miles much more accessible for
human navigation. And the colors can be awe inspiring. The
reds of the rocks and the blues of the sky remain but are
augmented instead by fluffy pockets of snow and the sheen of
the daily melt. Birds soar and critters scurry. We went back
to the desert recently. And it was fine.
Back
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diversion
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 La
noche del viernes pasado, cuando you estaba artículo mi amiga
con los pechos enormes me llamó para decir que tenia entradas
para el campeonato de la liga nacional de futbol americano.
Nosotras fuimos y nos divertimos mucho, pero ahora no recuerdo
cuales equipos jugaron porque mi amiga tenía un
"six" y una botella de tequila en su bolsa. Además
unos gringos de Ohio nos compraron muchísimas cervezas.
Después fuimos a la playa y también a Las Vegas con nuestros
nuevos amigos de Ohio, pero cuando el alcohol empezó a perder
su efecto, nos dimos cuenta que los gringos de Ohio eran feos
y por eso los abandonamos en el Mirage frente a los
"banditos con una mano". Robamos su carro, un Buick
muy grande, y volvimos a Arizona, donde lo vendimos por tres
botellas de José Cuervo y tres limones. No necesitamos sal
porque siempre la traigo conmigo en mi bolsa.
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es La Ella Caliente
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