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Gabriel Archer & Jack Canaan



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Talk dirty to us, o Muse...


On her knees, she gags. There are tears in her eyes. Had she worn mascara, it would have surely run, but she hasn't put it on in weeks. Leaning with his back against the file cabinet is her john, John. He's a marketing executive, which means a sharp looking shirt, sleazy suspenders, and a recreational coke addiction. He doesn't pay any attention to what she's doing. He's feverishly writing something on a yellow pad. A few lines are already crossed out:

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