Yesterday morning I amused myself with an exercise of a talent I once possessed but have so neglected that my performance might almost be called an experiment. I cut out a dress for one of the women.
Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward. Next to the first one in the morning it's the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it.
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I woke up one morning with this song in my head and the opening line of the song is 'My name was Richard Nixon only now I'm a girl.'
