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I looked at my childhood home from afar.

  • I looked at my childhood home from afar. All my toys and things were being sold. My mom cried my dad clenched his fists I wish I could comfort them but I couldn't cause I was dead

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  • tired from working a 14 hour shift in the coal mine. Since my other siblings had already died from either accidents in the mine or disease, I was the only child left to support my

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  • my aging father's strange addiction to inflatable whales. After each day down the mine I would spend nearly all my earnings on a new inflatable whale leaving very little for

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  • us to eat. As for entertainment, we always had our neighbor, Mrs. Wilbur. She loved stories. Especially if their source was muddy and unknown. How she loved to gossip! She stated

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  • emphatically, "I think Mr. Wilbur is having an affair with UPS woman. She said she has a 'package' for Mr. Wilbur and wouldn't let me sign for it. Can you imagine? Me, his Wife

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  • , not allowed to receive anything on his behalf. I'd bet that 'package' is a code word for whatever filthy activity they're getting up to when I'm not around." Mrs Wilbur

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  • snuck in the back of delivery van, hid behind some parcels. The courier sped off, stopped. She-driver and Mr. Wilbur came in back. Mrs. W. held her breath. "The CIA thanks u, Mr. W

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  • Ilbur, for your robocop force issuing tickets. Good job terrorizing the minions." Under the rug, the three headed sea-mice waited to pounce and spit in Mr. Wilbur's shoes. It smelt

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  • mildly angry. Mr. WIlbur lifted the center head while caressing the other 2 and asked the sea-mice why it felt angry and what could he do to make him feel better. The sea-mice spit

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  • in his face and said,"I am not looking for answers, I am looking for sympathy. You have no idea what it's like to be us!" Then it began to cry, and Mr. Wilbur held it in his arms.

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1 Comments

  1. Woab Mar 09 2017 @ 10:06

    Mr. Wilbur gets around.

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