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I needed eighteen minutes to finish making the dinner.
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Title of this, is on the page.
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A spreading gasp of open hair and two unfeathered arms that spread like water spilled off a table. A leap off an edge of concrete faith, th
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"I don't love you anymore, but I'm still attracted to you. Is that wrong?" / these were the final words that my highschool sweetheart would
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/ / / / / / / Ahead, / / / the path continued into and through the beach grass towards the ocean, that was combed over sideways
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I was barely fourteen,
when the world was closed in that casket, buried.
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