When Wally asks me to punch him in the stomach, I try not to hold back. I let it rip. I set my feet like he taught me to, draw back my fist, and deliver a blow to the spot he's pointing at—right ... [+]
The bunny soft glow falls languid,
seeping into the fibers I so tenderly draped
over the prostrate
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With a bit of whistling and a roll of the wrist
I slipped into some rusty overalls to go
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