3 Folds

• 2
  
  I'd tried, I told myself, I had tried to believe, not only in myself but in my existence, in what I was and did and would become, but all to no end; belief requires desire.

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  2015-01-07 22:37:46

• 3
  
  The dog had never done any of us any wrong, plodding though it's simple existence, driven by instinct and habit; but it died nonetheless, the pattern of it's life winding to an end

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  2015-01-07 22:33:55

• 7
  
  Tim lived in a rundown cinder-block walk-up known to most of the adults in Huntsville as "that goddamn eyesore on Maple Street" and to all of the children as "the murder tower."

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  2015-01-07 22:29:32