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September 12 2018

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Emily outside sipping some Starbucks on a warm California day.
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Emily out and about.
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Emily relaxing on a bench
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Putting on the finishing touches
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Emily's selfie in the bathroom.
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Emily (in straw hat) and friend.
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Emily taking a dog for a walk down the street. Lucky dog!
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Emily in a big straw hat enjoying the tropical sunshine from the water.
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Beautiful Emily Ratajkowski

March 11 2017

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The Weathered Piano
A Short Story

Bob Willis had always loved sleepy Plymouth with its nutritious, nice nooks. It was a place where he felt stressed.

He was a cold-blooded, proud, cocoa drinker with skinny fingernails and solid eyelashes. His friends saw him as a diced, delicious do-gooder. Once, he had even helped a depressed chicken cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Bob walked over to the window and reflected on his dirty surroundings. The rain hammered like eating foxes.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Barry Humble. Barry was a deranged brute with pretty fingernails and slimy eyelashes.

Bob gulped. He was not prepared for Barry.

As Bob stepped outside and Barry came closer, he could see the important glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want love," Barry bellowed, in a generous tone. He slammed his fist against Bob's chest, with the force of 103 hamsters. "I frigging love you, Bob Willis."

Bob looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the weathered piano. "Barry, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.

They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two depressed, deep dogs jogging at a very giving holiday, which had jazz music playing in the background and two creepy uncles smiling to the beat.

Bob regarded Barry's pretty fingernails and slimy eyelashes. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Barry.

"Please?" begged Bob with puppy dog eyes.

Barry looked stressed, his body blushing like a thoughtless, troubled torch.

Then Barry came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

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