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  <title>Comments on 'Not Just Something I Ate'</title>
  <subtitle>We stood in my bedroom, facing each other. She was undoing the buttons on her shirt, not looking at me. I was trying not to look at her. At last, once her clothes were off, she came up close to me and whispered in my ear.

&amp;quot;I agreed to your terms,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I'm giving myself to you. But I need to ask something of you.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Uh-huh?&amp;quot; I asked, trying not to look at her nakedness.

&amp;quot;Take good care of me? Let me out every so often&#8230;I know, you don't have to, but I'd kind of like it.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I'll think about it,&amp;quot; I said.

&amp;quot;And don't forget about me. Don't talk yourself into thinking I'm just 'something you ate.'&amp;quot;

I snorted. &amp;quot;I doubt that'll happen at this point.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;And&#8230;one more thing.&amp;quot; She leaned in closer.

&amp;quot;Y&#8230;es?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Try not to eat _too_ much spicy food? Capsicum doesn't break down in your stomach, so I get to taste it _all the way down._&amp;quot; And then she kissed me.

The kiss went on for a good ten seconds or so before she even started to bring herself inside.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-04T22:23:18Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Not Just Something I Ate</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Like flute faerie7, I feel a bit bad for Cindy Lou. Spending time as bacteria in someone&amp;#8217;s stomach doesn&amp;#8217;t sound like much fun.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-04T22:23:18Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>emma jo_234</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Not Just Something I Ate</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26577"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Reminds me of my life: I can not have women and happiness, so I only choose one.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26577?basename=53821</id>
    <published>2008-04-02T05:27:55Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>J.B. Williams</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Not Just Something I Ate</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26577"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I feel sorta bad for her. But I guess a job&amp;#8217;s a job.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-02T01:39:02Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>flute faerie</name>
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