And hours later I stir, foetal-like on the floor. The room is high, cool, pristine. I look around - no doors. How did I get here? @130story
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And hours later I stir, foetal-like on the floor. The room is high, cool, pristine. I look around - no doors. How did I get here? @130story
...and so she sat, fingering the cool surfaces of the perfect box as the squelch of her mind gave way to audible rhythmic tones... @130story
As she stepped out of the door, the wind cooled her hot tears. She didn't look back. She couldn't bear to see his indifference. @130story
Freshly baked cookies.The smell made her drool.She had to eat one now before they could cool! @130story
Some said the band were cool, others that they were hot, but he found them tepid. With musical taste there was no reliable gauge. @130story
Cops. Two of them and they were looking his way. He slowed his pace to what he hoped was a casual stroll and tried to blend in. @130story
Events spiralled. We called Hotpoint. AAA rated, that guy. Analyse. Assess. Act. Coolest head in town. Just don't touch his back. @130story
@130story "You've signed on the wrong bit" she said. Damn it. Fifth time. If this went on he'd get woozy from blood loss.