Saturday, January 29, 2011

Thousand: Two Hundred Seventy

baroness begged me to right it for her (him), got down on her knees and after that begged me. She gave me the start-up capital and her connections. She bragged to all her friends about me. And slagged me to those she knew did not respect her opinion. The years go by I’m flipping through a girly magazine and there is the duchess’ daughter with a staple in her navel. Used to be her son, or so she thought. When I asked the duchess how’d she felt, had it been a surprise, she arched a painted brow, and said, Darling,

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