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The warm, pleasantly heavy air
inside Harleton’s hung with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and
just-out-of-the-oven croissants, provin..
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A sleepless night on the train turns out to be almost a spiritual experience
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A person's last memory of his loved one, etched on his mind like an epitaph on a gravestone.
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A man's leap to his death transforms into his last journey.
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The birth of new sentience
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In preparation of an examination, in the eyes of any average student.
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A letter, by a man to a woman who had broken his heart.
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Dear Stranger,
I am honestly rendered clueless when I look for a legitimate
reason for suddenly deciding to do this. Accessing torturous emoti..
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Do you remember the times we had spent together? No, I'm not going
down the long, clichéd road to romantic reminiscence. Don't you worry about..
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Ask me why I’m
recounting memories we share, and I will have no answer to it. Should I have one?
Okay, that came out wrong. Let me rephrase th..
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