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My own father was the river god Peneus, and my mother was a former village maiden who, taking her ease by river bathing one hot late summer afternoon, felt the lap and sinew of my father around, beneath, within. Rivers are promiscuous, ardent, and deep.
Where to get a river husband? Asking for a friend.
— May 12, 2026 07:31AM
Where to get a river husband? Asking for a friend.
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“Hel-lo! Guys have to know there’s something in it for them. It’s just, you know, biology. You love them before the blow job, and they love you after.”
“Don’t you ever both love each other at the same time?”
Blank stare from Janelle.
Love the crickets moment.
— May 12, 2026 07:34AM
“Don’t you ever both love each other at the same time?”
Blank stare from Janelle.
Love the crickets moment.
Morphing_kashi
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But I overheard the doctor tell the nurse he thought I was lying about being out there for two nights and a day. I wasn’t messed up enough. And for sure I was lying either about where I started or about being on foot, because it was twenty miles from there to the place I was found.
What, she couldn't have walked twenty miles in two nights and a day?
— May 12, 2026 07:34AM
What, she couldn't have walked twenty miles in two nights and a day?
Morphing_kashi
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“And you don’t look like a Beth.”
It’s one thing to step into the searchlight yourself. Dragging someone else in with you is rude. “My parents couldn’t spell ‘Goddess,’” I said, and bolted for the table where Janelle and Barb were sitting.
CLose enough.
— May 12, 2026 07:33AM
It’s one thing to step into the searchlight yourself. Dragging someone else in with you is rude. “My parents couldn’t spell ‘Goddess,’” I said, and bolted for the table where Janelle and Barb were sitting.
CLose enough.
Morphing_kashi
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The ladybugs tried to distract him from his sorrow by doing a little dance. “Oh, stop it,” said Jack the Lesser. “I’m not in the mood.”
Moses, Bathsheba, and Arthur C. Clarke continued to do something approximating a conga line. Or perhaps they were coming down with a virus.
Not poor Arthur C. Clarke. 😭
— May 12, 2026 07:32AM
Moses, Bathsheba, and Arthur C. Clarke continued to do something approximating a conga line. Or perhaps they were coming down with a virus.
Not poor Arthur C. Clarke. 😭
