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The Chronicles of Ms. Lanning

The Chronicles of Ms. Lanning

She sat at the far end of the bar, bathed in caramel light and the wispy thoughts of Marlboro Ultra-Lights while she sipped tediously on her raspberry long island iced-tea. She flicked the ashen phallus of her cigarette into the ashtray with an indiscriminate flick of her thumb; she never ashed on the floor. That kind of thing was left →

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