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       The future that Jules Verne imagined
   DIR By: kkshaha cnd
       Date: September 12, 2023, 6:54 am
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       We learned how to make banana bread and oatmeal cookies. We
       learned how to make borsch and shepherd's pie. He made his
       mother's pancakes and I made mine's ragout. The failure of the
       gnocchi was such that it put us off cooking for several weeks.
       The food arrived in disinfected bags and was carried up through
       the emergency exit. Once inside the house you had to put on
       disposable gloves and a mask, disinfect them again, take out
       thing by thing and pass it through alcohol, chlorine or vinegar.
       The disinfection took hours and in the end all that was left was
       the desire to cry.
       He went out to buy cigarettes at a clandestine store. They
       stopped Phone Number List
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       several times for breaking curfew, but
       he managed to escape with some bills in the hands of the police.
       He always came back with a chocolate, with a bottle of condensed
       milk, with some stuffed cookies. For me. That's what he wanted:
       with the risk of being taken to prison for being on the street
       to bring me a sweet. I, on the other hand, wanted him to say it
       out loud so that the house, the cat, the stars, the disinfected
       potatoes, the cookie sheet and the chess pieces that we never
       picked up from the floor could hear.
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       I love you, I wanted him to say. I love you , whatever. He was
       good in bed. He made me forget, sometimes for several minutes,
       what was outside, the fog. He had very long fingers and over
       time he had learned how and where to touch so that things worked
       wonderfully. Every time. Always. I splashed happily for a while
       in orgasm and he felt proud of giving a woman a little peace of
       mind, but peace of mind nonetheless.
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