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August 12, 2005

Volume 5, Issue 12

One word. It doesn't have to be about the word, per se. Just use the word somewhere in your story:

lips

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Michele: I Kissed a Man in Reno Just So I Could Die

In what used to be Reno, she met Connor. He had asserted himself as an aggressive leader of bands of thugs; people destined to be rulers of this new, bleak, post-war land.

He was ugly and mean, but he had the spark, the signs of color and life that she had spent seven months walking across an ashen, washed out wasteland to find.

She knew that Connor, brutal and emotionless, would likely kill her when they were done. It’s what she hoped for. She just wanted the taste of passion, life and the living on her lips one last time.

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