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“Jack, you can't go to school, you promised Francis you'd be on his bag tomorrow [for the 1913 US Open] Eddie whispered harshly.
'I know I did -'
'You can't do that to him, he's counting on you.'
'They caught me fair and square, Eddie, what am I supposed to do?'
'You're supposed to live up to your promises.'
'I can't do it, Eddie,' said Jack. 'Francis'll catch on with somebody else, you'll see. He'll be all right.'

Eddie remained unconvinced, but nothing he said could change Jack's mind. Before he went to bed, Eddie changed the bandage on his foot; there was a fair amount of blood soaked into it. He examined the wound and decided it would stand up to what he was about to put it through. It would have to. As he lay there restlessly trying to sleep that night, Eddie Lowery, tough and tenacious beyond his size and years [10 years old], had already made up his mind that it didn't matter what his brother decided to do.

Both Lowery brothers weren't going to let down Francis Ouimet.”
― Mark Frost, The Greatest Game Ever Played

“In the sleepy village of Lower Newton Falls, as they had promised their mother they would do the night before, the Lowery brothers [ages 12,10] rose early, ate their breakfast, packed their books, and headed straight for school. When a mile later they reached the turn in the lane that led to the schoolhouse, only Jack Lowery took it; Eddie [the younger brother] stopped and handed Jack his book bag.

'I'm not going,' said Eddie.
'What are you talking about?'
'I'm going to the [Brookline Golf] club,' said Eddie. 'If you had any guts you'd come with me.”
― Mark Frost, The Greatest Game Ever Played

“My legs tremble, my back arches, my heart races, and i am flooded with intense waves of vibration crashing and rolling up and down my body. I have seen the face of God, and he just ate my p***y

- from the story "Vessel" by Missy Martinez”
― Asa Akira, Asarotica

“I changed my personality just like that. I became modest and reserved, even a little withdrawn, and after that there were lots of people who wanted to be my friend. not that we necessarily stayed friends very long, but still, I made the change because I realised something: that the sex you have with a man at your own suggestion is just never that good. After all, if you have to ask for sex, it means that the man isn't really into it, right? And guys are never sweet or gentle or thoughtful in bed if they're not really into it. There's nothing cute about their faces when they come, either, and you end up wondering what's the point of rubbing your flesh and organs together like that, having this thing flopping around inside you. It makes you feel even lonelier than if you were alone. And then, after he comes, the man makes an even worse face. What am I doing with a slut like this? That's what the expression on his face says.”
― Ryū Murakami, Piercing