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Bunny Mazhari
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Moleskine Pages- Mother, Can I Come Home
Mother, can I come home.

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Moleskine Pages- Language
His pathetic need always made me feel slightly sick. A sweaty red face announced his intentions...just another language I'd picked up without ever meaning to. My pretending not to understand made him work harder and made me smile.

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Moleskine Pages- Money Was Spent
The dance was ungainly, unlovely and bladder- voidingly sad. Crying was a waste of precious water in these barren, faithless times.So grief took novel and extravagant forms. No expense was spared. No one was spared...Only the best rope was used. She swung s...

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Moleskine Pages- The Shop
At exactly a quarter past fifty she shut up shop. She quietly mourned her unused eggs, her proto- children. She was sorry, she hated waste...And she had wasted so very much.

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Moleskine Pages - Mum
I watched her love him till she all but disappeared. I couldn't compete but I still tried. He had a mustache and a temper, his magic was stronger. He fed her hungry eyes with low calorie tears.

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Mind Your Own Bussiness
He paid her with his seed when he won at cards. She hid her revulsion not wanting to hurt him. She'd rather die childless than feel his swimmers move inside her.

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Moleskine Pages- Viagra
For many women, Viagra has highlighted the incompetence of their lovers.

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The Lost Moleskine II
A few more images from the newly found Moleskine Sketchbook. Just one withering look, a full reverse sweep; toe to top, side to side. His unsteady soul had nowhere to find cover. Some of us are born with big yellow beaks then dropped into the lap of the God...

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Moleskine Pages 'Generations'
Unwittingly, they spawned a monster that stalks them to this day.

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moleskine Pages- The children
The children heard and saw everything. Front row seats at every event. Together alone they knew too much.
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