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freethink - - "I’m re-posting today’s short story, I’ve edited it, and I like this second version more: The man placed his box of broken fuses upon the self, next to a box of notes. There were words of love on those papers. Cherished memories, beautiful poems full of emotion, feelings deep and true. And now, they collected dust next to car parts. The man turned without a thought or a care, slamming the hood of his car shut. He hopped into the driver seat, turning to a lady next to him, kissing her. “Where will we go?” she smiled as her lips slowly pulled away “I don’t know, somewhere.” he replied, and the car roared to life and blasted backwards out the drive. The man knew exactly where he was going. The same motel he lost his feeling to love. He hoped she’d be crying by the morning. "View
