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As we sat on the railroad tracks, I wondered: How many people have ridden over these very tracks? Where were they going? What were they thinking? What were their stories?
This was it. It was the last straw. Why did he have to do it? One drink was all he had he said. Then why did the call stop suddenly? Why did I hear the squealingof tires right before he hung up?
I hear that sound! I love sounds. The sound of a bird in the morning. The sound of kids laughing. The sound of a lawnmower running over a flip flop. The sound of summer! It's by far my favorite.
I don't like it when people wear sunglasses. I can't see their eyes, therefore, I don't know what they're feeling. I prefer to know feelings rather than maintain an air of mystery.
She had an earring in her left ear. Well, maybe her right too, I couldn't see that one. But her profile was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She turned away in an instant, but I remember that earring.
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