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He walked up to the stage and picked "Bohemian Rhapsody" and in a crowded bar sang it as if his life depended on it.
He gave him the needle. He deserved it. He just hadn't been doing the right thing by everyone else in the gang. He gave him then needle then socked him in the jaw.
He didn't call. He didn't have the guts to admit that he didn't want to see her again. Instead he just admired her for saying fuck you but sending back his shirt with no note.
She awoke with a start. It seemed that something heavy had fallen to the floor. So she rushed to check on Simon only to find he hadn't actually fallen out of bed again. As she went back to sleep, the alarm went off.
She only bought sweaters of natural fabrics. Her main pet peeve was cheap fabrics that pilled. Shaving the sweater only helped temporarily. Soon it would pill again and shaving it could leave holes. She came across as a snob but really she only wanted her money's worth.
When the twin committed suicide the other questioned his own existence. How could he have not seen it coming? How could he have not prevented it? Life became his domain, his brother's death.
I had a teacher from Bahrain whose favorite word in English was "wretch". She'd call us all her wretches with great delight. She loved any English word with w in it.
He held onto her foot as she scrambled up the ledge giving her the final push she needed to make it over the edge.
Sandals, summer, beaches, jellyfish, Jacques Cousteau, aquarium. Japanese candies. Strawberry jam. Whiskey in jam jars. Summer.
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