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In A Pinch.

During the photo shoot, Bertram suddenly let out a ringing peal of girlish laughter – as that rascal Mark naughtily found his “sweet spot.”

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Alexandrie, Alexandra.

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Jailbait and Switch.

As soon as he hit puberty, Mike made it abundantly clear that he wanted to henceforth be known as “Michelle.”

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Globe Trotter.

“Yes, right about here. If the old saying is correct, then my one true love lives in Siam. Good gracious. That sounds about right. They’re pretty lenient there, age-wise.”

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Sharpening.

“You know, Trent, watching you handle that weapon…it kinda makes me want to sharpen my own sword. The one made of pork.”

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Problems at home

“That’s odd,” thought Gabriel. “He’s never this willing to help with the dishes. And he’s barely looking at me… sheepishly hiding his eyes behind the skillet… as if… as if something… no! He wouldn’t… not again. He couldn’t. Not after what happened in P-Town. I wish I hadn’t caught him. Oh how things would be different.”

“How was work today?” Gabriel asked, swallowing his doubts.

“Oh, you know, same old same old,” Thomas replied.

But the lingering stench of Brut on his collar said otherwise.