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Cafe Everyday: Day 100
Two scrambled eggs. White toast with butter and strawberry jam. Hash browns with ketchup and Tabasco. Coffee. Orange juice ( Read more... ) -
Cafe Everyday: Day 99
Potato pancakes with apple sauce and sour cream. Coffee. Water ( Read more... ) -
Cafe Everyday: Day 98
Not very hungry today ( Read more... ) -
Cafe Everyday: Day 97
Biscuits and gravy. Fried potatoes with ketchup and Tabasco. Dark rye toast with lots of butter. Two scrambled eggs. Water and coffee ( Read more... ) -
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Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands
Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo -
part XIV: the conclusion
So, why get honest now? Why release the humiliating information that I didn’t leave on my own accord, but was rejected? Is this my suicide in the middle of the street ( Read more... ) -
part XIII
I haven’t been completely honest with you here. This story contains some misleading elements. Perhaps the most egregious is the suggestion that I gave up Brianne free and clear back in college ( Read more... ) -
part XII
We all piled into Tony’s car, a Saturn model from a couple of years before. I ended up front with Tony, which was probably the best place to be. Had I been stuck in the back seat with either of the girls, it could have meant trouble. As it was, Tony was driving without saying anything, and Mary was hanging over the seat, her head right by mine, and ( Read more... ) -
part XI: rise up with fists!!
Brianne and I began having an affair. It was low-key, really, secret meetings in out of the way cafés, whispers and held hands and nervous connections where I placed my face against her neck, wishing we could be somewhere far away. It was never entirely romantic, as the conversation always ended up back on Adam, to her complaining about the little ( Read more... )