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Morals
Morals I climb the stairs to Vivian’s apartment carrying two liters of extra-creamy mint chocolate-chip ice cream and a box of tissues under my arm. I stride hastily down the ...
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Veneer
Veneer It’s late by the time I’m nearly finished my workout. My favorite treadmill is available and I can’t resist, so I decide to warm-down with a jog. I ...
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White Carpet
White Carpet I vault over the fence and crouch in a flower bed, concealed in the shadow of the house - no, mansion. I bet anything this place could sleep ...
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Bittersweet
Bittersweet He recognized her distinctive accent, Irish, that had really never gone away even though her family had left Ireland when she was just a child. It had been twelve ...
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Walking Disasters
Spoiler! : Hey, guys! So this is an entry to a contest. The contest guidelines were that you had to include one song and two props. I choose the song ...
