Slurpee SeasonOnly in Winnipeg will someone ask for change so they can
"buy a slurpee."
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- Russless
- I enjoy one-on-one conversations, but if you don't keep up I will either give you too much information, or stare into space.
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- Back alley bombshellMeet Riel, my long time muse a...
- Car rides and waterslidesAt first, the thought cam...
- Out with the old, in with the AndreaIt took ten mi...
- The sidewalk cycleThe job sounded easy enough. Eac...
- Saturdays and sister timeEtched into what’s left o...
- Smoking in the girls roomI like to call these 'Emi...
- Tales from Gimli (hospital)Up an hour on highway e...
- Vanities and VaultsSpent all evening with some pre...
- Receptions are for the receptiveBetween the weddin...
- Slurpee SeasonOnly in Winnipeg will someone ask fo...
- Swan songs and weddings singersLightning strikes t...
- Playing in the SandboxThe New Culture, the book sa...
- Sometimes we still get ready together.
- The folks and the festival (day two)In the a.m. th...
- The folks and the festival (day one)The DJ spins a...
- The Jackson attractionOnce upon a week ago he wrot...
- The Super SuburbsIt was high hot noon when a black...
- Hey Winnipeg: your boyfriend is back.
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