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&I don't care about that typo& if autocorrect fixes it fro me.See how tried I am?It's exhausting living in these Untied States.I'm worked t the bone.My thinking's nuclear - unclear -
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"Hey, hey-ain't no finer girl in town than Candy,"Tony tittered,then,serious again,"& all I want is her!" Freddy huffed,pitying his dad."Candy-mom-whoever she is!-is a gold-digger
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Whatever the lie was,it wasn't far from the truth;this cake was not sweet. My palate tasted of coffee.With the help of a small kick of caffeine,I woke myself from the dupe before m
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guffawed at the absurdity of the premise. How could a pomegranate -a symbol of prosperity- be my undoing? Who ever died from too many antioxidants? I needed to harvest my escape.
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porcelain bowls, casting the sweet dots of grain down the creek to sod. Ah, the forlorn rabbit confessed, you can't teach a cottontail new Trix. He assumed his innate skill and dug
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filing for a divorce. We still had a chance; I wasn't going to settle our fate by marrying some chief's daughter. I would need to escape this foreign mess some other way. "Ahem," I
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So I didn't understand why she recoiled when I lifted my shirt above my chest. She had said only kooks "abcess". I wanted to show her that my belly was soft, I indeed was not a koo
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There's one chapter that tells you how to forgive folks who done you wrong. And, boy, I've been stepped on many a times. The Good Book taught me to turn th'other cheek. Like when I
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scooped him into an embrace from his fatal descent. A human? "YIKES," the redeeming figure chuckled. "Almost lost you there, didn't we?" Cole's wide eyes blinked. Who - or what was
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message of hope, an epitome of the clarity that follows a season of weathering - like Mum told me I was purposed to be. "We all carry a bit of dirt in our lives, Mudd," she told me
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and once I secured that, the "what"s and "who"s would not mean a thing. Secluded and removed from my past and any strings attached, I'd exist in bliss -- incredulous, arrogant bli