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    <title>One-handed Reading - Erotic Stories &amp; Poetry - tribe.net</title>
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      <title>One-handed Reading</title>
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      <description>I came across this today, and it brought back memories of a much simpler time ;)  When I was 18 I worked in a warehouse downtown.  I was a work study student, and I'd get the afternoons "off" from high school to go to work.  It just so happened that my bus would leave me a couple of blocks away, and I'd have the good fortune to walk past a skeezy adult bookstore.  I only went in once or twice, and was pretty weirded out by the place.  My only purchases were dirty books.  I couldn't conceive of buying the magazines, videos, or anything else they had.  I'd just go to the spinning book racks and grab whatever had the most interesting title.&#xD;
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Anyway, apparently some superstar has been making an effort to digitize these, complete with cover scans.&#xD;
http://neatopotato.net/xnovel/&#xD;
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Of course I'm not nearly as inhibited now, and don't give a shit about who knows what I'm reading, but these brought back memories of that creepy, dusty place.&#xD;
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Enjoy!&#xD;
xoM</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 23:51:13 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Milo</dc:creator>
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