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The little girl in the woods with her parents, the man watching from afar in his car; both camping. And after he took her, he camped out for weeks in his mother's basement, until they found him and the little girl, luckily still alive.
"Hail to the victors valiant! Hail to the conquering heroes! Hail! Hail to Michigan the leaders and best. Hail to the victors valiant! Hail to the conquering heroes! Hail! Hail to Michigan champions of the west! Go Blue!"
Forever and ever.
"Amen," shouteth the alumni.
Face it. We both had plans. You had plans of my being a doctor; I had no plans of wearing the white coat.
Here's the thing about having children: rarely does anything go according to plan.
And that, you can plan on.
S: (sullenly) I told you I didn't want to do that.
B: Yeah, well you didn't seem too sure.
S: (quietly) I was sure.
B: (Laughs) Well, I'm sorry. I knew it was something you wanted. Remember? We agreed that this is what you wanted.
S: But--
B: (Ignoring S) This is what you needed. Remember?
S:...
B: Well, it doesn't matter if you remember. I remembered. That's why I made an executive decision. It really is for your own good.
S: I didn't give you permission to make executive decisions...I...I want control back. This is my body.
B: We agreed that this is what you wanted...............
No one ever sees what I am doing, is what I tell myself.
The pastor tells a story of a little boy who stole cookies from the cookie jar. When he lied to his mom, she told him that God saw him take them. He said, “No He didn’t. I ate them under the table.”
But now I know his mom was right. Now I know she was right.
He sees me do bad things too. He sees me binge and purge at night. He sees me lie to my friends and family.
My dad always says, “Live for an audience of One.”
(This is mine, I accidentally posted it a few minutes ago under a friend's name. Oops.)
The police failed to take her approach seriously; and so, she had nothing to do but resort to another approach. She stood up and kicked the man where she had stabbed him. "Get up, roach," she hissed. She kicked him again, and again, each time remembering the way he had approached her from behind that night, and what he did to her.
"That's good policy," the old man rambled as he turned his back on the young man. "Yes, I've always said it's good policy to pay respect to your elders." He knelt and folded his hands across the back of his head and waited. "Good policy," he murmured once more, waiting.
The young soldier's fingers trembled at the trigger. This old man was the kindest prisoner he had ever met in that stranger, dark place; but the elderly prisoners were to be shot; it was policy.
There was something about drinking whole milk that seemed unwholesome, but she gulped it down regardless. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful, trying desperately to fill the a hole inside inside of her. She drank down the milk as she devoured a carton of donuts, a few pieces of cake, and half a gallon of ice cream. Then she purged it all out. Such was her desire to be whole.
I told my friends I had been hanging out a lot with this guy Jim. They had no idea his name was really Gym, nor that he was a building. He's my best friend. I go to him and we spend time together. My friends don't really understand why I need to be alone with him sometimes.
The soft music followed on his heels. He imagined her behind him--her fingers wrapped around the heel of the bow, quivering as she played her song on the violin. He knew how the music would fail to soothe her, would fail to heal her. How cruel he was! He turned suddenly on his heels and ran back to her.
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