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buying shares of a company which dealt in, surprisingly, wet paper towels. And the letter was written on one of these. "Dear Oscar", it started. "You haven't heard of me. I am
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I countered: Ouch, Mom, that stung. Don't you see Clung had his bell rung? You always turn my dreams to dung. Well, I'll romance Clung till our prowess is sung. Stick THAT up your
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The disparity between the "haves" and "haves not" had reached a revolutionary level. In America, there were 1 million Trillionaires; 50 Millionaires; and 100 million Millionaires.
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The writer stared at the empty page. Stared at it some more. Almost picked up the pencil but then changed her mind. Sighed.
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There was a rock in my shoe. It hurt.
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Grief takes form in many ways. Tragedy made her furious, filled with righteous anger at the unfairness of the world, at the idiot who went along and died just like that
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orate student. I had to finish my thesis "The Cell Phones Effect on Morality in Killer Whales." I could not allow myself to feel bad for those I had shoved out of the escape pod
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Personally, I wanted to challenge my law professor by throwing a book at him, I didn't think the peeing standing after 10pm in Switzerland was ridiculous at all
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as it is. "Alright then. Might as well do this." She said to something not even she could see,then, as if there was nothing left to lose, she took the first step.
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My guy emerging from the wall turned out to just be his emerging into Plato's Cave. He was looking for 1979's Plato's Retreat West. He was so disappointed he added wood to the fire
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The oak tree had completely engulfed his Mazda 3. He had just parked it this morning and already it was 12 feet up in the air. If he listened quietly, he could hear the sap thrum.
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What that is sought out is often not found, and what you don't search for ends up right in your lap. Strange, isn't it?
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I was in the kitchen when the music ran out in my office. On was on the way back when I realized there was music but it had a long quiet intro. "Damn Billiy Corigan!"
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The taste of orange on my tongue. Sweet, yet sharp.Juice running down my chin. My hands are sticky.
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He dropped me off in front of a faded apartment building, told me to look for room 216. When I knocked, the door was answered by a small man in tight pants, who asked me
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I couldn't make up my mind whether they were removing the dog's head or it was just an ice giant sleeping in the warm springs at Ajit on Mount Charon. Either way, another drink mig
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These modern warlords have it easy. Drones, thermal imaging, smartphones, laptops, automatic weapons. The Whole Shabang. In the old days it might take you weeks to find our you'd l
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My situation on the homefront made the Army look like a good choice, so I took it. My first trip out was the Punjhab as the 2nd bootback to Swami Manny Pentwhistle, Raj of the West
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My ears stung from the cold, sending pinpricks of pain across my head. My socks were soaked, sticking to my feet. When I took them off they would peel away slowly, like a band aid.
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drink or two, maybe we can catch up and talk about old times. I won't tell you the truth of what I've been up these days, it sounds pathetic.