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Driving home the music is too much to handle, every instrument ringing perfectly in my ear, my ear drum vibrating out the heavy bass, the headlights ..
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When I got home Annie was screaming. I heard her high pitched voice before I opened the car door. As I was walking to the front door I noticed a flas..
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I wake up at five in the morning with the blankets of the couch suffocating me with my own body heat. How did I get on the couch? The living room is ..
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In the house the television is colorful with dancing Latinos or Hispanics and I stand to close to the TV and I notice the thousands of pixels and I l..
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In the shower I am really thinking about why soap operas are called soap operas, scrubbing my pits with soap and soap bubbles surrounding my torso, w..
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At the breakfast table I take a bite out of a piece of toast and feel like I've been awake for twelve hours. I chug coffee down, and it fills me with..
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At school I am sitting in my classroom behind my desk leaning back in my chair, watching students walk in slowly and the desks fill in slowly. Everyt..
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School ended after several tedious, repetitive periods, all seeming to be exactly the same, all the same kids, all the same words spoken. It was all ..
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“There's a lot of black people here.” I look up after I take a bite of a Big Mac and notice that Annie's racial observation is quite accu..
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I pulled into his driveway slowly and saw Lucas standing outside in the dim evening with a black man. I got out of my BMW and shot a finger at them. ..
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