Beach reading The night is her day, the moon is her sun, and the asphalt rooftop looking out on the city's lonely, twinkling lights is her beach. She wears a tiny red bikini, and her slim pale body--too pale for both health and fashion--rests on a plastic chaise. She reads something forbidden on ...
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He's perched on the edge of a surprisingly swank leather couch for a fraternity common room. I get annoyed every time I look at it and all the other furniture, games, and equipment that Dad bought for us last year. I thought the brothers elected me president because they believed I'd do a good jo...