In Japan he loved experiencing different lives,
Panda-Drink, Underwear-Vendors and Inflatable-Wives.
At the massage parlor; hoping for a ‘special’ one.
Walking in naked, holding cash, pointing to his gun.
She slapped him, walked out. He sighed, “Just my luck,
I fly 5000 miles and I can’t even pay to fu...”.
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To my fans, this is my promise to you. A promise to help get this day into hindsight’s view. Something to make you smile. Something to entertain for a while. I hereby declare to use my skills to display - A new and creative short-story, for your pleasure, every single day!
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- The Marathon
- The File
- The Luggage
- The Omelet
- The Kiss
- The Toothbrush
- The Reply
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- The Coffee
- The Pillow
- The Soup
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