Thomas Fink
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HOME COOKED DIAMOND 4
She was more you than any body. More than floating eyes in a psychic vise, brow decisive ness, mobile hairline. Until a rapid swerve that was pre dictable to none of us, only to those without investments. Around a narcotic tech nology, the family coal esced. Well- nourished specter. Caver nous sockets. We did not ask to see her privacy bomb ing on screen. The letter, years due, took 2 hours to read. Shame portion in a brown bag—label ed “return.” She gambles that her parents will back her. Anew? Slow delibera tions, no eureka imminent. I hope I hear you.
HOME COOKED DIAMOND 5
She hung up; she always does. Has the hair rebel lion been rekind led? That one boasts a strong current. Twi light rendez vous with a trapdoor or trapeze. Our thought equip ment seems a tightrope, funny as opera. What can be done when the team time comes? Some love to conspire; others conspire to love. We’ll help them with the money pot. Flowers or ice cream? Maintain your shock absorbers. He manages not to in sult anyone. We like to bestow but usually just give. Anyway, I love this family feel ing that finds me from time to time.
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