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drunkteen fuck, mom strips for son., stand up comedy, drunk pic woman, brutal, pissed off, comedy, timothy mcsweeney's, stage, law, company benefits, fetish, Please gigglechick see our conditions of use. author bio Marc DuBois has spent the better part of the last two decades shifting continents and work. He has been a Peace Corps volunteer (Burkina Faso), studied in Holland (development) and New York (law), bartended, and spent several years in New Orleans fighting against housing discrimination. Through these migrations writing has been a consistent creative outlet. He currently lives in Amsterdam, where he gigglechick does human rights advocacy for a humanitarian organization, gigglechick and is working on a collection of short stories involving aid workers. Recently, he began trying to publish his short stories, with "Match End" becoming the first. e-mail the author navigation:  issue 39: November - December 2003    Short Fiction Jesse Shepard: First Day She’d Never See Heather Imani: Martini Nick Antosca: Where You Can’t Go Again Marc DuBois: Match End H.A. Fleming: Who I Was Supposed To Be    picks from back issues Irvine Welsh: A Fault on the Line Pinckney Benedict: Dog Essay Josh Capps Pa Don’s Troops Quiz 18th-Century English Literature Answers to last issue’s Book Titles Readers' Poll Vote for the best and worst of 2003 Book Reviews Timoleon Vieta Come Home by Dan Rhodes The Last Summer of Reason and The Watchers by Tahar Djaout Kids’ Stuff by
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