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The Worms of Spring
I remember walking home from school ( Read more... ) -
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Jill heard a worn harmonica crackle dryly over the rocky hill and followed its sound into the distance.
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Behind Closed Doors
It all begins with a meeting ( Read more... ) -
Run Away
I'm already prepared to be at least a hundred miles away from anyone I want to be near. So what would be a few thousand on top of that? -
I just want to find a place,
a little East of Eden, and just West of Shit Hole, North Dakota. -
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He writes in third person, and I can only write in first. I'm sitting in a smokey apartment, waiting for my homework to catch up with me and ruin my life again like it always does. But for some reason right now I don't care about that. And I suppose that is how it should be ( Read more... ) -
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It will always be a promise, no matter how hard I try to pretend that it isn't ( Read more... ) -
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She came in off the front porch out of the snow to find him sitting in the same chair as every other day, smug as a pregnant dairy cow ( Read more... ) -
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I know a few people I would die for. But I would gladly die a hundred deaths to find one who was worth living for. -
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How does it happen that when I have something great, I don't have anyone to share it with and when I have people to share with, I have nothing to offer them?