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They stomp around and it sounds likethey're trying to dig right through the ceiling.You follow one of them from the room to the kitchen.There's anothe..
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I held her as we watched a movie.She began to cry into my chest and I askedher what was wrong. She said, "I can't imagine a lifewithout you. But it ex..
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We talked about nothing. Well, he talked. I listened.Staring at the wall, day dreaming about the momentI was headed home. Anxious to leave and bored o..
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"Is it cool to be a hipster?" I asked."Yes," he replied.
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He wrote his feelings out on a piece of paperand pushed it across the table to her. "Don't read it,"he said. "Not yet. Wait until you're completely al..
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"I have to have control over everything," she said."My emotions, situations I find myself in, what yousay to me." She said this as if it was a bad thi..
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It started with the nose bleeds. He bled on his pillowand all over his satin blankets. He bled onto his work shirtand also onto his shoes. His friends..
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"I'm not used to talking about my feelings," I said. "I'm not used to listening," she replied.I talked well into the morning. Explaining every little ..
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He was on beer number ten. I was counting.He was happy I was counting.It let everyone else in the bar knowhis minor achievement and gave himan excuse ..
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Spinning the pen between his fingers,he stared at the blank page until it wasan ocean of no ideas. It wasn't until latein the evening that the pen too..
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