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Lost treasure

published: 2009-03-04

It was after dark and she was sitting on the Copacabana beach, her pale arms around her knees. She was a golden haired and white skinned eighteen year old. She seemed oblivious to the fat black man sitting across from her. He was studying her cleavage. A skinny boy from the favela sat next to her. He had put his arm around her, protectively. Except it wasn’t protective at all, She wasn’t leaning towards him. Her whole body was resistant. Her rings glistened in the dark on the hands she had put around her knees. I went to her and asked who she was. The fat man said she was lost and he had found her. First. 

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