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The drug dealer meticulously counted out the price of a bag of crack cocaine. “Ha ha,” he laughed, “You miscounted by one cent.&r..

Caring for me when no one else would, Always being here, just like you should. Patience you had, when I went astray, Tender words spoken, making me..

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I knew those ruthless eyes and the hardened face behind the ski mask. He thought I was dead. It was a shame I couldn’t warn my husband who vowed..

It isn't because you pawned my most valued possessions That I don't buy you anything to call your own It isn't because you binged on alcohol when ..

I saw the macabre, papier-mâché body lying on the gurney, whose intellectual mind once enjoyed philosophy and music. I touched the hand..

Mom flushed with anger when she heard the news, “You are out of control, Miss! Look what you have done to your family. Your dad and I will make ..

I met my son’s friend Steve when he was fifteen and was just learning how to play a guitar. Together, the boys sounded terrible mimicking Motley..

One by one the patients injected spoonfuls of anti-psychotic drugs into the psychiatrist as he sat bound tight in his office chair. "That&rsqu..

John held his breath while he opened the box. The classes he took at the police academy would soon pay off if he didn’t screw up this assignment..