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He says he's starving,which I'm sure is true,but I think he's also tired of carrying me,and the kitchen is the first room we reachwhen he walks throug..
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I watch Willand wait patiently,tapping my toes on the cold, pink tilesand rubbing the smudges on the wooden table.I like Will's kitchen,with its pink ..
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Another version of my story with a few tweaks. A longer, more complete version is also on my profile. This is just a test story.
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The first chapter of my book.
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Will reaches for my hand.He squeezes it tightlybut I don't feel itover the cast.It's bright purple.One coloramidst all this black.I hate black.I had g..
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The funeral felt endless.it went onand onand onand on.I know everyone was staring at me.I felt them with their eyeson my back,thinking to themselves:L..
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There's a line forming nowwhere her family is standing.People hug them,and they cry,and they sniffle,and they hug them again,and they tell them how so..
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I get more nervousand I start shakingas I get closer and closerto the front of the line.Will tries to get meclose to the frontso I can get it over wit..
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Jordanis next to his father.I see him next.I haven't seen him since he went to collegebut I remember himand he remembers me.Jordan,who used to drive u..
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Will drives me homebecause we're using his trucksince my car is still being repaired.Also,I still get flashbackswhen I sitin the driver's seat of a ca..
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