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Naked in Greece

“Hona!”

“Aye,” said Hona. She was lounging on the roof.

“Put your clothes on, woman.” That was Judith.

Hona slid her sunshades down, “Come over here and make me.”

A patter of footsteps interrupted the mutinous glare-off.

“Hey! You two …. oh,” said Dima.

“Tell her to put on her clothes!”

“Why?” 

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Creative Prompt: Three kinds of holes

Physical. Mental. Metaphysical.
The things in the road made from friction and sub-par materials.
The mines in our heads where lie some gold and plenty ghosts.
The assholes that riddle the fabric of reality, a shame you can’t launder character.

Prompt by Little Fears

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Let’s get physical, physical

Nice guns, you keep at it girl!

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I have a love-hate relationship with my gym:

Love: It’s cheap as hell. For twenty-three bucks a month I feel as though my range to complain is quite, shall we say, limited.

Hate: Because it’s cheap as hell it’s a bit of a crap box. There is zero air circulation and the exposed pipes drip like dripping things (to the point where you start to think that you’re sweating more than you actually are.) I already sweat like a glass blower’s arse and because there is zero air flow, whenever I lift weights in front of the mirror I bloody-well fog up the part of glass in front of which I’m standing.

That this makes me feel sexy as all get out is an understatement.

And is also a lie.

Love: On days where I feel like the athlete of the century it has everything I need…

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