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Carlson’s unofficial diagnosis was that he was starved for affection. Though that implies that there was no one in his…

In an attempt to make sense of his life, Raul assigned his worries, fears and outrages into mental constellations and…

My sexual path through life could be considered retrograde at best. Zigging when they wanted me zagging. Tender when manly…

This motel was a special kind of creepy. The desk clerk had one eye and kept sticking his finger into…

Raul was walking through the cold woods when he saw the first snowflake of the year wafting slowly down. In…

Officer Rusow surveyed the scene of the crash and proclaimed that this was no accident. The young detective asked what…

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