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The wind whistles in your ears, the cycle wheels spin beneath your legs, on and on and on, faster, faster, faster... Through the back alleys of Spain and France, have a drink (hello lover) RUN.
. . (But never far enough and never fast enough to leave the memory behind) (The memory of the night and the beach and the girl—and the blinding searing moment of hideous truth) |
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- 2004 Disgruntled Housewife
and Nikol Lohr. All rights reserved. Disgruntled Housewife - PO Box 9052 - Austin, TX 78766-9052 |
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