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My stories

4.1 The Doors

It was late afternoon, I listened to Shalin talking in the lawn with her family and the east wing occupants. Her brother brought a team of guys and...

3.2 Star of The Sea

I took shower and to ease my mind I got engaged with repairing a kitchen cabinet in the refurbished floor. Around eleven-thirty, a group of girls...

3.1 Star of The Sea

I pulled out one of the surfboards placed by the wall behind the bed and took off for a ride. I caught a few good waves with Asmr and Simon. On one...

2.3 Isla de Los Varados

My mother belongs to Casadina, an island in the northern tip of the archipelago. She gave birth to her first daughter in 1960 and divorced that man...

2.2 Isla de Los Varados

“Look! Do you recognise that girl?” Murry cut in pointing at a group of joggers running up, “She is Amelia. Damn! She’s stripped to her briefs!” “...

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