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We kissed and held each other for half an hour without speaking; sometimes that wordlessness can be so sexy. . . After about two hours of foreplay, I had an incredible orgasm. Then we just sat up in bed, naked, talking to each other about silly and important things.

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On the bottom of the ripped-out loose-leaf paper, there was a red lipstick outline of a woman’s lips with the words “¡Este beso es para te, amor mio!” And it was signed “Tu enamorada, Anónima.”

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Janice said that she can’t get critics from Manhattan to come to the Downtown Cultural Center exhibits because no one believes any worthwhile art could possibly come out of Brooklyn.