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“Don’t look now doll, but its mistah MIA his self” Lolita blew out a tuft of smoke and snubbed out her cigarette. She didn’t look at him. “You really wanna do this right here in the middle of the playground at recess?” “Did you get my message? I sent it to you this morning.” “So, what’s the story this time Ken?” Lolita turned toward him and held his gaze while she spoke, “and this one better be good, like you…

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Satyr Island

The storm of scuttling rats dropped from the barren palm fronds and began carving an elephant head out of the copious trunk of a lone tree on the deserted tropical beach. They performed under the spotlight of a half moon, which provided only a head and chest shot of their nocturnal work. Roused before dawn, Lolita thought she smelled fresh bagels frying but realized it was only the malodorous funk of her mate’s nocturnal secretions… Coral laced burnt umber hues…

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