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Picnics. Gingham blankets spread before me like the different shades of the ocean, slowly rippling with every rush of wind. I wonder, where did they all go?
I feel your anger wrap itself around me, more arms than an octopus can even fathom. You bring me down into the deepest of waters.
Warming my soul, I breathe deeply. The hot driveway thaws my toes, so cold the heat makes them tingle.
Warming my soul, I breathe deep. My toes thaw on the hot driveway. They're so cold, the heat make them tingle.
I remember I would plug and unplug my ears to make the noise into music. A cafeteria full of kids who eat pizza with strange black seasoning that makes you want to barf a little. The noise makes me think of a vacuum cleaner.
Nothing's left. Turn left. Pull into the driveway and see all of the furniture in the driveway. What happened here? Are you home?
One, two, three, hundreds of unnecessary buildings. When will they ever learn that going up doesn't mean that we have more space or used our resources more wisely? Old...what a beautiful thing.
"Tell it again, Grandpa!" It's the only thing he can remember anyone saying to him. "Mr. Williams, it's time for your medicine." The nurses apron was bleach white, the same color as the walls.
The moon's light reflected off of the lake. She was thinking about how little they knew of each other; he couldn't think of a better way to get acquainted. How better to get to know someone than to share the same giant bathtub?
I can't understand this word. It's not in my vocabulary. I don't think it's s virtue; why is waiting for something you really want or need a virtue? I don't think that's an honorable thing...
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