Vanity. Ares

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAArounds! The pain in me yearns it! Wants it.Instead the clock continued to tick and Patricejogged away laughing. But just this night afterthe officer has yelled: "Lights out!” I start tothink about my appeal, of which I still maintainhope for. Of this maybe I am wrong and the pitof my stomach has failed me and has me rollingthe stone up this hill. All that really remains isthe detritus of the freedom in my mind, perhapsreduced by 30% or to some degree as that.Though it's difficult to keep track of myfreedom, in the gentle nausea. London weatherstill prevails and on this night as the rain falls, Iclose my eyes and I allow myself to dream;‘Perhaps I’ll somehow be acquitted and I’ll getsome money somehow, a lot of money and Iwould buy an expensive car, maybe a Ferrari andI’d have funny conversations with strangers as Iate a steak Burrito, the avocado would drip butmiss the new shoes that a beautiful lady fromSpain had bought for me (an authentic woman).For her to then tell me to finish eating so I couldget back into that Ferrari and drive, perhapsthrough Monaco, or maybe Marseille and as wedrove we would see the Fete Du Panierfestivities; the concert, dancing, people going tohomes with no hatred, but happiness, smilingfaces, milk, chicken, honey, no nightmares aboutdropping soap, but dreams of warm weather,and then we would see Martinq and Gerard andthe Spanish girl I was with would tell me thatthey probably were jealous. Jazz would play outof the stereo; Boris Vian’s ‘Le Deserteur’, and my144
wallet would not be in disrepute, the Sun wouldfeel sweet and of the liberation I believed; with noconfliction or memories of convictions,temptations and orgasm's with deceivers... Thecurtain would fall and I would not be sat in thefour walls, noise from above (not God?). Is it you...THE END.145
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Kofi BoamahVanity. Aresa novel
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In the beginning it was all meat an
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I remember looking down from the st
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threesome. I was indifferent to the
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woke up, I had forgotten about it.
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gathered my things.“Get out of he
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laying down on the bed, and feeling
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I did not think that this was enoug
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was in.Chapter 3 — When It Rains
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for the complexity of the woman’s
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particularly keen on Church or Chuu
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The day I got fired I put a bet on
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allowed me to enjoy her company thr
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soon found that knowledge was full
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myself and Rambone would sometimes
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Rafaele were walking away.Basically
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buyers in Milan, and that he could
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beginning to use to take pictures,
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myself back to my room; four walls,
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here, right now. She can rape me up
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and was seemingly not jealous. The
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in a little while. It was eleven, s
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it to see a face with a medium size
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like what could be referred to as K
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—his friends and some of the othe
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Supreme hat stood next to the fridg
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speak again — I noticed Myra’s
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don’t know what to say? But I tho
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looking face. I did not know what t
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soliquoy for freedom had to begin w
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are investigating, of course.” I
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style, along with a Sax and trombon
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society, meant that I should refrai
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had accidentally had hot chocolate
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Around those times my will to livec
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In the months before the trial the
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He seemed adamant to know the truth
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just hope I won't be here any longe
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Chapter 2 — The Sun Never RainsA
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confliction of why I was doing what
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spoken so quickly, I doubted that s
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cell. Coctau pushed and shoved me a
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