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As re was running, silently cursing himself for lack of exercise the house silently blazed in the background. He checked to see if his bag still held his treasure. Then, the world -
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hated on sight. She silently blamed her mother, who was stupid enough to give her a cheerleader name. In the dark recesses of her mind she renamed herself Zinaida. Sultry, sensual,
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She let the little booklet fly away from her and concentrated on plummeting to her death. "Go jump with a parachute, they said", she thought cynically. Fuck this, I'm too young to
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Or so gods are my witnesses I will make sure that for the rest of your miserable life you scream at the sight of any brassica-related vegetable." Gods, she hated kids. The brat who
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only shudder in silent revulsion. She rubbed her hands together frantically, hoping to rub away the imaginary flecks of dirt, spots of dry blood that existed only in her head.
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silently into my glass when he left, hoping the years would drop away magically. In my slightly intoxicated brain I constructed my life again, if only I could re-live that one day
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ing computer games incessantly. The reek of old socks, discarded pizza boxes and unwashed teenage masculinity assaulted the nostrils like an iron fist to the face. Is this what her