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My stories

Prince of the Skies

Horst Rippert, a German fighter ace just learned that one of his 28 wartime kills was his favourite author
Cherry

They cannot make it alone

"Love ya lots babe, ur da best"

I have led him

I have led him when the day was at its blackest, with clouds tight fisted, no sun to speak of, and took him to the place, where the light went out, holding him by his arm, all the way.

The lovers

This is not what they mean when they say "die for love", or "burnt by fire," more stem a rising flood that reaches high up to the chin, but does not let one die or drown desire.

Check mating

what lay in waiting. Love, they understood

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