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Striptease

Posted on March 25, 2019 by James Steerforth

I swear to God I didn’t want to go. My mother told me that those things are sinful and play on the desires of the flesh. I really didn’t want to go. But the guys in my department said don’t … Continue reading →

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Oh memory

Posted on July 22, 2018 by James Steerforth

Trieste, somewhere near Piazza dell’Unità d’Italia, a youngish woman exiting a gelateria with a cone stacked high. Made me think of a sack due to the shapeless brown dress, which seemed to cover a heavy structure. And immediately I thought … Continue reading →

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A confession. Sort of.

Posted on May 12, 2017 by James Steerforth

I know it’s not really an excuse, as if I gave a damn anyhow, but one night when my dad had grounded me and both my parents the jerks were out I got fucking drunk while listening to music and … Continue reading →

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There they were, sincere businessmen

Posted on March 17, 2015 by James Steerforth

There they were, sincere businessmen, these uncles of mine, sitting around a table in that yellowed 1950s-style office, smoking their cigars and making decisions about me. “He does an OK job,” Otto said. “Usually,” Ernest qualified. “But his tools are … Continue reading →

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Cold, depraved and powerful

Posted on January 30, 2015 by James Steerforth

“You know what, honey? I’m going to change the hero of my novel.” “Really?” “Instead of a cold, depraved and powerful man it’s going to be a cold, depraved and powerful woman.” “Why’s that?” “I read somewhere recently that novels … Continue reading →

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