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Obama weaved his fingers together around Putin's waist as the Vespa careened through the narrowing forest path. The trees embraced them with spring buds of velvet leaves whipping softly and ever so closely against their faces. He rested his head on the nape of Putin's neck, covered as it was in blonde down that ran a…

Blacks move in while Jews and Irish move out, fleeing in sight of dark faces. College Republicans masquerading under the guise of radical liberals roam the streets at night, the decay of the neighborhood reflected in the fading light of dusk, when everything is illuminated in the eyes of God and the city with clear,…

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