[This story is an experience in my life, written in the third person.]
As she walked through the doorway in her sequined black evening dress, she felt a pinch on her behind and saw a smile on the face of … ( read more
[This story is an experience in my life, written in the third person.]
As she walked through the doorway in her sequined black evening dress, she felt a pinch on her behind and saw a smile on the face of … ( read more
When I was in college in Chicago, I went for a year without work before realizing that I needed money. I asked my roommate, who worked at a liquor store, if he could get me a job where he worked. … ( read more
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