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I was not born to this life. Not many are, to tell the truth. But then again, not many are thrown in with such violence, as I was all those years ago...
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I hated nights like this.
No sane person would come outside. It was after ten, chilly, and raining just enough to make me really, thoroughly misera..
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I woke up in my bed a few hours later. Sunlight filtered in through my cheap curtains. That was later than I usually slept. What was the bloody time..
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Monday dawned bright and clear.
The view I got of it was actually rather good, despite the overabundance of concrete and steel. It was one of the r..
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A typical day viewed from an atypical perspective...
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Please forgive us, we each did what we thought was right. These are our stories, our explanations, and our requiem for all who were lost. These are th..
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Snow fell like a whisper through the bare branches overhead. Somewhere above the grey blanket of clouds, a cold sun slipped below the horizon, and the..
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Why does a child despise her family?
I know there must be people out there who get along. Families who act like the families on television. I know th..
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I met her when I was sixty-eight years old.
She was only twenty-three, a mere child next to me.
Still, though, sixty-eight is young for a hunter&m..
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I’m a gymnast, you know.
Well, I was a gymnast anyway. I don’t get much chance to compete these days. Plenty of chances to practice with..
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