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How do she kno'? I mean... Does she kno', or is it in my mind? Maybe she jus'... She jus'... How does she kno'? I wanna ask her, but then ... read more -
His room looked like an average college students. There were Linkin Park and Arcade Posters on the wall and a small LCD televison resting on a small dresser with both ... read more -
She was my first girlfriend; she was also the first girl to break my nose. That was in sixth grade, when I called her a stupid fatso and said that ... read more -
Alex had ten minutes before she had to leave for her third class that day when Amber's dark skinned figure stepped through the door. Her brown hair was in pulled ... read more -
The Misses. I never really thought much of 'er, always whinin', an' glarin' at us, always wearin' the mos' fancy clothes an' prayin' fo' a baby of 'er own. She ... read more -
The latter half had been added by the writer of the book. "Before the spirit claims a new garment, he shall search for it. On his wanderings he sees the ... read more -
The key strokes sound off in an irregular rhythm, timbering over the nervous hum of white noise. The right index finger moves from keyboard to the electroluminescent gaming mouse; left ... read more -
“Here,” Andrew reached into the pantry and pulled out the last can of Raviolis that had been hiding in the back. He sent a smirk her way before pulling out ... read more -
The ball end righ' past midnight- an' that can't have come any later. It was so hard, dancin' with him an' not sayin' one word 'bout how much I wanted ... read more -
"You are very welcome, my lady," he say- all formal like. I ain't even pretty right now- with my eyes probably all red, an' my nose runnin' real bad. An' ... read more
