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It was the night before Christmas, and the world was anxiously
waiting for Father Christmas to visit. Children of all ages and all around the
world ..
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She could feel the ice cold wind brushing her hair away from her face, as if she was being embraced by Death himself. "Come in, my child. Welcome back..
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Ivette spent the few minutes before her shiftgreedilysipping on freshly brew coffee. It was not normal for her to drink so early, but she felt restles..
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I don’t understand. I don’t understand.
What do they want? Do they want me to have been the top graduate from my class?
Or have had alre..
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My father always told me to never
cry, crying was for losers who couldn’t pull themselves up from their failures.
Yet, I have always cried for..
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Patience and hope are not my strong suit. Nope, don’t have
it. Nope, don’t want it. Yet, I need it. For a woman, it’s crazy that I ..
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Remember how in the last chapter I was explaining how hope can be a terrible thing?
Well it is. I, yet again, for the fifth time in my life have bee..
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I don’t know about you older generations, but I am so grateful
for the internet.It’s great! Without it, I would never know how crappy you..
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Hello business professionals,Thank you for being patient. I don't know if you find this stuff funny or childish, but I thank you for reading. As you c..
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