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Things to do, things to do. So many things to do. Work? Are you kidding me? I don't get paid! Hobby? Do you think I like doing the dishes? Chores? Yes. Boring chores. Have to do them, or I'll get in trouble.
Strange hairy things. Almost a beard, almost a haircut. Never quite sure. Intentional? They must be. Accidental? How could you miss it? Scratchy when you hug them, strange when they get out of control.
Knowing she was going to die, a wrenching feeling of despair wormed its way through her stomach. She lie on the cold pavement, knowing that every breath could be her last. No way to ever tell her son and daughter that she loved them. No more hugging her husband. This must be what despair was like.
The tangy taste played on my tongue as I sipped cool lemonade in the sun outside. My faithful dog, a golden retriever, panted at my side. Summer had come, the sun was out, clouds drifting lazily across a clear blue sky. No work, no school, no worries.
Ahh, summer.