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  • Archive Re: Cuppa Mud Cafe

    Ken I came out, shortly after with a clean shirt and black slacks. I sat down at the table and started eating what I put down for both of us. ...

    Oct 2, 2012
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    Ken I half smiled and got up off the bench. Seb looked at me and I held out my hand, she took it and put her arm in mine. It ...

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Ken "The cafe closed about a half-hour ago because it's Thursday and I don't feel like walking alone at this hour. But it's ok if you don't feel like crashing ...

    Sep 28, 2012
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    Ken "I've got nothing important needing my attention, and I'm not too sure about you but I think we're going to get pneumonia sitting in the cold like this and ...

    Sep 26, 2012
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    Ken "Living..." I sigh, I haven't lived since I was a kid. All those games of cops and robbers and cowboys and indians. Where did it all go? It is ...

    Sep 25, 2012
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    Ken I looked down at the grass beneath the bench, rubbing it with my boots. "I'm not too sure if it is pointless, I don't know what I could spend ...

    Sep 25, 2012
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    Ken I looked at my cigarette burning, took a drag and looked up to the sky in thought. "Been 11 years now. Don't know why I started, and see no ...

    Sep 23, 2012
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    Ken "Alright, I'm in need of some air too. Guide me, for I know not where this park is." We left the cafe and went down the street toward this ...

    Sep 23, 2012
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    Ken "No one has told me any different than what I look, or seem." I give a answer that more seemed to be a simplified summary of what people thought ...

    Sep 21, 2012
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    Ken "My face turned a slight quizzical look. "Well, I'm not completely sure who, but you're telling me. Though what is making me any different than everyone else?" The coffee ...

    Sep 21, 2012
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    Ken "Tired is only one way to put it." I murmured while giving my eye a rub, then giving another go at my coffee. "This coffee tastes like lead today," ...

    Sep 20, 2012
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    Ken "Well," I said coolly, "I got off early from the line, foreman put too many workers on today. Still worked too hard." I smiled then as I pretended to ...

    Sep 19, 2012
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    Ken Meanwhile, I leave work early due to double the workers on the line. I hitched a ride on a locomotive heading down the side line toward the downtown core. ...

    Sep 18, 2012
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    Ken I stood there in disbelief, a warm chill ran up my spine. The touch of a lady's lips upon my cheek. Wow. Jim and Tom started whistling loudly, then ...

    Sep 14, 2012
  • Archive Re: Cuppa Mud Cafe

    Ken "Alright, if you say so." I say in a slightly complaining way. "You should come back soon and tell me all about it. I would err, really like to ...

    Sep 13, 2012


Remember when dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a car game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and good byes only meant tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up.
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