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Leaving No Trace | Petit et Vite
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Gustave Flaubert Wasn't Indolent; I am. The problem is always the body. Where does one dispose of it? If there’s no body, there’s no crime, and without a crime, people cannot pass judgment. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. February 4, 2014. By C C. Nokes. Eulogy of a City →. Questions, Comments, Concerns? Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Where It All Began.
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C. C. Nokes | Petit et Vite
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Gustave Flaubert Wasn't Indolent; I am. Author Archives: C. C. Nokes. About C. C. Nokes. A Change of Scenery. Denny Crow was a native of Eustis, Maine and earned his keep as an auto mechanic, operating a hardly lucrative yet sustainably competitive one-man business out of his battered barn. After working past sunset in summer, Frank would sip beers on the tailgate of a long abandoned Ford pickup truck and muse. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. March 14, 2014. By C C. Nokes. Leave Brian out of this...
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March | 2014 | Petit et Vite
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Gustave Flaubert Wasn't Indolent; I am. Monthly Archives: March 2014. A Change of Scenery. Denny Crow was a native of Eustis, Maine and earned his keep as an auto mechanic, operating a hardly lucrative yet sustainably competitive one-man business out of his battered barn. After working past sunset in summer, Frank would sip beers on the tailgate of a long abandoned Ford pickup truck and muse. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. March 14, 2014. By C C. Nokes. Leave Brian out of this, demanded Cody....
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January | 2014 | Petit et Vite
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Gustave Flaubert Wasn't Indolent; I am. Monthly Archives: January 2014. Jenna grabbed Nick’s belt buckle, pulled him against her big breasts, bit his lip, and drunkenly demanded, I want you to teach me. With her nakedness embalmed by the bed’s sheets, she radiated satisfaction. Nick contemplated their alcohol-cultivated, 2:00 am lesson in human sexuality, and questioned whether he had actually been Jenna’s instructor, or unwittingly her student. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. January 28, 2014.
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An Unexpected Education | Petit et Vite
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Gustave Flaubert Wasn't Indolent; I am. Jenna grabbed Nick’s belt buckle, pulled him against her big breasts, bit his lip, and drunkenly demanded, I want you to teach me. Fifty minutes later, after the biting, moaning, slapping, choking, yelling, sweating, spitting, hair pulling, and numerous commands of teach me, Nick sat at the edge of his bed, confused and vulnerable. Convinced he had just stamped his express pass to hell, he turned to survey Jenna, who lay sleeping behind him. January 28, 2014. You a...
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Salad Days | Petit et Vite
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Gustave Flaubert Wasn't Indolent; I am. If you rub up against my leaves one more time, Tommy, I’m gonna kick you in the seeds, warned Rebecca Romaine. I’m sorry, Becca, but they look so full, explained Tommy Tomato. Pronounced Tomahto. I can’t help myself. Cody Cucumber, believing he was the better match for Layla, injected himself into the conversation. Rebecca, baby, don’t let pudgy treat you like that. His core is as soft as his physique. Ok, skinny, wanna have at it? As the dispute between Tommy and ...
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A Change of Scenery | Petit et Vite
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Gustave Flaubert Wasn't Indolent; I am. A Change of Scenery. Denny Crow was a native of Eustis, Maine and earned his keep as an auto mechanic, operating a hardly lucrative yet sustainably competitive one-man business out of his battered barn. After working past sunset in summer, Frank would sip beers on the tailgate of a long abandoned Ford pickup truck and muse. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. March 14, 2014. By C C. Nokes. Questions, Comments, Concerns? Enter your comment here. As Time Goes By.
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December | 2013 | Petit et Vite
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Gustave Flaubert Wasn't Indolent; I am. Monthly Archives: December 2013. Editor’s Note: Scheduling Change. Fridays are not working for me. Besides, no one wants to read fiction just before the weekend. Posts will appear every Tuesday starting January 7th. See you then. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. December 31, 2013. By C C. Nokes. When they met at a seaside party in May, Van Morrison’s Spanish Rose. She left his arms, but before disappearing into the jetway of her early twenties, turned to dis...
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[2008] I Gave You My Heart | Monorea
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2008] I Gave You My Heart. 2008] I Gave You My Heart. Feel free to catch up on some serious reading by visiting Monorea’s former location: http:/ monorea.blogspot.com/. References to the inaugural season’s entries abound, and I’d hate to deplete my already paltry reader base by making folks feel lost and disconnected (like my poetry). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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February | 2014 | Petit et Vite
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Gustave Flaubert Wasn't Indolent; I am. Monthly Archives: February 2014. Struggling to exercise emotional stability, Andrea sat upright in the dorm room bed. The bottom sheet’s maroon smear, identifiable yet foreign in its presence, triggered the boy’s tactless inquiry of angst. What the hell did you do? He yelled as he leapt from her and the indelible stain. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. February 25, 2014. By C C. Nokes. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. February 18, 2014. With this thou...