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Mediocrity is as common as cancer.
Today's A is yesterday's C+.
I am a liar,
a pastor,
a father.
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Stylish attire
Willing performers
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Raising money
For false charities
In the living world, I only thought of matching when it dealt with pairs. Now that I'm dead and rotting, I see it comes in threes. My neighbor proved it to me, living by the number six and duplicating it twice, providing a three of a kind collection.
Driven was she. Her imagination bloomed with each passing day. She began naming inanimate objects. She made name tags for random items. She even named a telephone pole "Goals". I guess her mother was right. She was driven towards her goals. The impact affected everyone.
I wash the porcelain, scrubbing it hard, just to put it in the dishwasher anyway. It's not that I'm OCD, really. I just don't trust any machine.
That's not a wand, kid. Give it up. Your imagination will only amount to you being outcasted later in life. Look at me. I'm writing for a flash fiction website hoping for someone to enjoy my work.
I quickly strung the tie around my neck. It's a lot harder with the rush of blood and a gaping throat. I always promised myself that I'd die in style. I'm just glad the murder took place by my dresser with my collared shirt already half on.
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