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He graced the table with an arrogant look that took in the women along his left with a stare that was unselfconscious as it was direct, keeeping his eyes on each of the three women for beat a longer than was comfortable for their assorted men sitting on the right.
But I want to take that class this semester and I can't rearrange my schedule to take it later and I tried to call my advisor for teo days and I just want that class on tuesdays.....and nobody tols me I would have to take an online class or make any changes to my life to prioritize school.
The liing of the yellow coat was shredded and crumbling when she pulled it from the box in the atti but , But when she examined the buttery yellow shell, there was no damage to the from instects or the nibbles from the mice who'd lived in the space since her grandmother stopped coming up the steep stairs.
The quilted toilet paper was the expemnsive kind with the bears shitting in thw woods. They were just one big happt shitting bear family. The kind at her place was tin and rough and had the name of a supermarket or a yellow label on it. It was stupid that premium toilet paper made her feek inferior and self conscious, like she could never have them to her place, because they would at some point need a bathroom and would see the damaged plastic sink and the rust stained tub and the damned cheap toilet paper that tre or your fingers.
His morals dictated that he stop for the woman sitting in the car with a flat in on the shoulder of the busy road even in the pouring rain. If it was his mother or sister or whatever, he would want someone to stop and lend a respectable hand or just see if she had called AAA. And he knew he would be having a guilty conversation in his mind with his mother for the rest of the 45 minute drive if he didn't slow down and pull over.
The plan failed. There wasnt much of a chance that it would work anyway, but now that small bit of hope was gone. The inevitability of disaster sat on his chest like a wet, heavy stone, making breathing a conscious and unwelcome effort.
Hate; love of a child; fear when you can't see your baby in a crowd; the sick feeling in your stomach of falling when things have gone very, very bad
I keep forgetting my name. I keep forgetting who I am supposed to be. I keep forgetting to be the person who in on my driver's lisence, my yearbook, my linked in page. I keep forgetting to be alive.
For my birthday I would,love to have a limo to drive me from bar to bar as I drink and desperately try to fend off the knowledge of my mortality with desperate attempts at fun.
I will not despair at the condition of youth today. I will not embrace the bitter nastiness of age. I will not be old in spirit.
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