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My father loathed my taste for strawberries. It was never about the cost, and he and my mother loved the fact that I dug fruit so much more than candy. IT was because I always wanted a strawberry cake, which meant pink icing.
The city watch roamed across the streets as dusk set in. There was no way out...Pip knew this, yet he still stared from his dank dark box, hoping for just one glancing second to get out of the city.
The man lay by the roadside, blood seeping from his head. Noone knew whether he was alive or dead. A crowd had formed as the emt's moved him gingerly upon the stretcher. It wasn't until the sheet was pulled over his body that the terrible silence that had fallen over the crowd gave way to screams.
Way back in the early nineties, I remember being one of the first kids in my town who got their hands on a sega genisis. IT was my father's of course, but I remember stealing that console for so many games of Ecco the Dolphin.
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