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Some of us just can't bear with frustration,which

  • Some of us just can't bear with frustration,which only builds up more frustration as we become impatient.
  • Imagine this: you're crawling through rush hour traffic, you desperately need to use the facilities, and the pitter-patter of raindrops on the windshield is only making things wors
  • e when traffic stops you in front of the Bellagio Hotel fountains. A dozen teens pelt your car with water balloons. The radio says Hoover Dam has sprung a leak. You can't hold it
  • in any longer. The shriek builds until the pressure becomes too much. You yell over the roar of the Bellagio Hotel fountains "STOP THROWING WATER BALLOONS YOU LITTLE GITS!". The te
  • a leaves read, "there will be a happy romance for you shortly," which left out the part about becoming soggy. With pockets full of water and a pile of kickballs, I struck out to
  • the universal kickball league. Across the stars kickball was played and I had all the water and kickball in the universe to supply the league. Income was high, but I had to decide
  • If I would be able to support my family with this career. I have a son. I have a wife. She has leukemia. I can't afford to let them down. I'm everything to them, and them to me. So
  • I close my eyes, and let them take over.
  • When I open my eyes, they are gone. I am not where I was before. It is silent. Vague humanoid forms, beige, or perhaps khaki, lumber about in the dim light. Their bowed heads seem
  • agitated. "For the last time Daniel, stop that silly folding garbage and go to sleep!" I wipes the fingerprint smears I always get on my glasses when I'm typing. Sighing, I slept.

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