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The
bus rattled down the road and spewed its outdated cacophony and rancid smells.
The 6:30 grey skies were no different than the 9 o'clock grey s..
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It's a wasteland. It's all dead. Thank God i can hear the wind howling or i wouldn't know i even existed. But that's a bit of a lie, i always know i e..
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"Name please."
"D****t, Frank, you know my name!"
"Well, ever since the Oakland incident, they want me takin' names for ever gun i sell."
"Ebert Co..
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The rain fell all around us,
and underneath the bridge we could hear it fall above us.
Cars would drive overhead but we had our sanctuary.
My ar..
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Unlike the gaudy lighting of Vegas or the soulful trumpet squeal of New Orleans, it was the quiet serenity that called to me to the quaint town of Sa..
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Pierre did not remember seeing a welcome sign on entering the state, though he saw one for every other state. While diffident and quiet, he was quit..
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Its like an arena. In the center is a shirtless guy laying down, he's wearing jeans. He looks down at his chest and occasionally at his arms, narrat..
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Fergus was hunched over his knee: he had a bug bite which he had scratched to the point of bleeding. He was just looking at it for a while. Fergus wa..
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