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The tiny buddha replica she bought at Thailand a couple years ago also went missing along with everyone else's belongings. Her buddha--which she used as a paperweight--was the 38th thing that was stolen on the series of thefts happening on her workplace. She wasn't really concerned on her lost buddha but the serial thief lurking around her office.

He thought he’d impress her by making her a playlist of songs he handpicked himself, sort of like a mixtape, but nobody makes those anymore, and she probably doesn’t even have a cassette player at home either. So he hijacked her ipod that she only uses everytime she goes jogging and put the songs in there instead.

He thought he'd impress her by making her a playlist of songs he handpicked himself, sort of like a mixtape, but nobody makes those anymore, and she probably doesn't even have a cassette at home either. So he hijacked her ipod that she only uses everytime she goes jogging and put the songs in there instead.

I had never seen a face which turned violet that much that it left me in shock and disbelief, someone from the restaurant rushed at the commotion and did a Heimlich maneuver on the poor man.

boom

It was a loud thud. Even though I was in the other room, the sound of her falling down the stairs sounded like the rumbling of thunder on a stormy day. Everyone rushed to her to see if she was ok, she sat up and responded to their worries with a smile and a deep cut on her forehead.

She could see what he was trying to do, but she still couldn't fully grasp the intent behind his actions. You could say that her hunches were still in its peripheral stages.

Everyday. Every damn day. I had to convince myself over and over and over that I'm cut out for this. That I can be a better version of myself now than I was five minutes ago. Sure, talent takes you far, there's no questioning that. But I'm a firm believer that hard work takes you somewhere too, albeit rather slowly, but at least somewhere. This is the first and last time that I'll ambiguously write about my struggles.

"No?" "Not today." He then left without asking any further questions although he knew by the scent of his client's breath and how he looked a bit shaken that he assumed--although he was very sure--that maybe he had drank a bit too much the night before.

Despite the extra day of the leap year everyone seems to make a big deal of, the atmosphere on the studio also seemed to be on high spirits after finding out that the actor who've been they rooting for for almost 25 years already finally won his first Oscar.

"Margin of error?" "+0.5 to +0.9." "Pressure lid status?" "Pressure stabilized." "How many minutes left?" "T minus 20." "Good, turkey's almost done."

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nom wrote about mist
“Secluded beneath the fibers of this pillowcase made of silk. A part of you—a memory—of what is left to remind me of days in summer is not as clear as it's supposed to be. Scotch mist, I'll only see y…”

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