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20 July 2014 @ 12:10 pm
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  • Sat, 18:20: That generation of gay activists [[1970s] were definitely not interested in getting married, joining the military... http://t.co/cweA5U43M7
  • Sun, 05:28: Anthony thought he was going to have a heart attack. There was an unmistakable and horrifying family resemblance, but Sylvia #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 05:29: looked, if possible, uglier than Adrienne and her demeanor seemed, if anything, less agreeable. He tried to gather what #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 05:29: remained of his wits, remembering battlefield tactics. If all seems lost, create a diversion. "Would you like a glass of #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 05:30: wine?" He pointed to the bottle of fine burgundy on the table. Sylvia made a hawking noise. She actually spat, a big glob of #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 05:31: phlegm that missed Anthony's over-the-knee suede boots by less than an inch. "Fuck that," she said. "Stand and deliver, #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 05:31: boyfriend." She pulled her dress over her head, revealing enormous, sagging breasts bursting out of a straining corset held #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 05:32: together with knotted string, and a bulging stomach that could have concealed, by Anthony's estimate, two or three #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 05:33: pregnancies with no one the wiser. The woman advanced on him, grinning and holding out her arms. Anthony felt his legs #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 05:33: buckling. He collapsed onto the bed and, for the second time in his life, fainted. When he woke up the Queen's lady was #AtSecondGlance