A.Renae
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Boy on the BusA Story by A.RenaeI catch a waft of stale smoke and patchouli as he glides down the isle way to his seat dressed in a camouflage bomber jacket that looks like something.. |
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My long time friendA Story by A.RenaeWhen I was 5-years-old my father would drag me to the bowling alley with him on Sunday nights. I never wanted to go, but there was never anyone home t.. |
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Washed Up Beauty QueenA Story by A.RenaeShe grew up in the backwoods of Ohio; the kind of town people spend the first half of their life in only to run away from it in their last half. She h.. |
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A reminisce about the past.A Story by A.RenaeShe was an insecure, brace-faced, curvy girl stuck in a school full of too- tan, baby -tee wearing, Paris- Hilton- wannabes that consistently reminded.. |
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