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The massive Hancock Center sat erect as a prescient cat...its glass and steel eyes monitored...the yuppie trendsetters in the chic spots at its feet.</p><p>Cloning could not be fiercely debated in this neighborhood...</p><p>She gulped hiccupped and snickered. Love only bruises bites--scrapes and burns. Who's ready for that?</p><p>Hey you got it. I'm the 49ers...always exciting to watch and always high scoring boasted Kurt flexing his biceps. Always on the hustle baby.</p><p>Erik lifted himself halfway from his seat. He bent over and kissed Jorie on the forehead. She looked at him wide eyed. What's that for? she asked.<br>Forever and ever.</p><p>Will this be an honor...to wear the same shorts all the other sluts have worn?</p><p>...everything we were taught growing up about...building a résumé...is wrong untrue.</p><p>If this is the real world...it really knocks you on your ass--doesn't it honey?</p>