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What Brad Used In The Bedroom Nightly

Angelina is showing no mercy.

Since her divorce-with Brad she has been out trying to ruin him.

She admits he used this to perform better in the bedroom

More and more men are starting to use this

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The stories are their own message, said the thing, with something like a sigh. Thats the secret. I will assign each elet of each story a number, said Reza, ignoring this alarming pronouncet. And in doing so create a code that determines their quantitative relationship to one another. I will gain power over them He broke off. A breeze had stirred through the open dow and the scent of drying varnish wafted toward him. Reza thought again of his wife. Youve lost something, said the creature shrewdly. Its not your problem. No story or code or secret on earth can raise the dead. I dont want raise the dead. I just want to knowI want The thing listened. Its yellow eyes were fixed and unblinking. Reza remembered the herbal remedies and the cupping and the incense to clear the air and the low terse words of the midwives as they moved about the bloody bed, pulling their veils over their mouths to speak to him as he stood by, useless and despairing. Control, he said finally. The creature sat back, draping its notarms over its notknees, and regarded him. Get your pen and paper, it said. I will tell you the final story. It comes with a warning. Whats that? When you hear it, you will become someone else. What nonsense. The creature smiled. Get your pen, it repeated. Chapter One The Persian Gulf Now Alif sat on the cet ledge of his bedroom dow, basking in the sun of a hot September. The light was refracted by his lashes. When he looked through them, the world became a pixilated frieze of blue and white. Staring too long in this unfocused way caused a sharp pain in his forehead, and he would look down again, watching shadows bloom behind his eyelids. Near his foot lay a thin chromescreened smartphonepirated, though whether it came west from China or east from America he did not know. He didnt mess with phones. Another hack had set this one up for him, bypassing the encryption installed by whatever telecom giant monopolized its patent. It displayed the fourteen text messages he had sent to Intisar over the past two weeks, at a selfdisciplined rate of one per day. All went unanswered. He gazed at the smartphone through halfclosed eyes. If he fell asleep, she would call. He would wake up with a jerk as the phone rang, sending it inadvertently over the ledge into the little courtyard below, forcing him to rush downstairs and search for it among the jasmine bushes. These small misfortunes might prevent a larger one: the possibility that she might not call at all.

The law of entropy, he said to the phone. It glinted in the sun. Below him, the blackandorange cat that had been hunting beetles in their courtyard for as long as he could remember came nipping across the baked ground, lifting her pinksoled paws high to cool them. When he called to her she gave an irritated warble and slunk beneath a jasmine bush.

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