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When does a story truly begin? Where does it go? When does it end? These are questions I ask myself often. Well in this particular story, it..

Chance sat out down his red pen, he looked at the clock and it was a quarter past twelve. Chance had been working since five in the morning. He ..

Tick tock, tick tock. That was all that Sam was listening to as she was putting her socking’s on. So many things were going through h..

“Would you like a glass of wine” Chance asked. “Sure I would like that, Thanks,” Sam replied. Chance poured..

Chance and Sam stayed in bed until about two in the afternoon the next day. They enjoyed each other’s company. They made love at least ten..

It was a few weeks later, and Sam had moved into Chance’s house. She had gone to get her stuff and, her kids. Since she had full legal cus..

It was two in the afternoon on a hot July day. Chance looked at thermostat. It said that the temperature outside was ninety seven degrees. ..

After Sam was discharged from the hospital she left to go back home and, took her kids with her. Movers came and shipped her stuff away th..

Chance fell asleep in the chair that night. He had gotten wasted off of beer and whiskey. He slept for a full twelve hours, it was twelve i..

Chance invited his mother over to talk. He always felt conformable talking to his mother about things. “So how are you with all o..