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The sound of the music leaked out the windows and as I came up the driveway I could just make out the lyrics. When I stepped inside, Olivia was laying..
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One slow day at the garage, Roger pulled me aside. “Can I talk to you for a minute, Jim?”I wiped the grease off my hands, nodded. I was al..
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Today is Olivia’s birthday. I took her out for tai food and when we got home she let her birthday dress drop to the floor and we had the kind of..
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Somewhere along the way we sunk into this comfortable, domestic routine. We kiss, clean, fight, cook and f**k, together, just like any married couple ..
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A few more months passed, snow started to fly. People hit each other in icy intersections and the shop got lots of business. Olivia started to shiver ..
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This is a story about a man named Jimmy who digs his own grave, then some other stuff happens.
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This is an autobiographic piece about the last two months of my life. This piece focusses on the peculiar ability to warp time that your television ha..
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This is about growing up, and also about my favorite band breaking up.
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I don’t usually remember my dreams; I don’t usually remember much of anything. I am thirty-two years old and I can recall only a handful o..
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Stephano’s was a coffee shop built out of a night club which went out of business in 1993. Stephano got the building for cheap and fixed it up w..
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