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[welcome to random fiction archive #0001]
His fingers ponder her flesh, tapping insistently on the table. He watches them, hearing the murmur of the morning crowd around him and his own thoughts.
She won't notice me.

so. westwatching is down, but you may find other interesting things, but not shoes, ships or sealing wax (as they are all abhorrent) - here.
http://www.geocities.com/ink_atropos/city.html
as well as

the page has been derailed due to obvious things that this typist was not aware of and foolishly executed. to all who were insulted or otherwise, apologies ring out. atrocity's been aborted.

so today i was in borders. was standing behind a kid i thought i knew - blond hair. dressed kind of oddly, things that didn't go with his soft-spoken demeanour. he was clasping a woman with the skin the colour of black coffee. it was the first time i...