| I am stubborn, contradictory, and a free-thinker. Like my favorite character, Alice, curiosity often consumes me. Life is good. I try to make the most of it. |
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tennisShe slapped her face abruptly. Between her fingers, I made out a tense, disappointed expression.tennis
"That was supposed to go in," she yelled.
I looked around but seemed to be the only person taken aback from her outburst. It took me a few moments to realize that she was yelling at herself, not the girl on the opposite side of the court. "What are you doing?" she spoke out again, bouncing the worn ball with her racket and mumbling the score under her breath.
Serve.
Return. Back
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beauty is..They led me to a room with charcoal-colored paint and a chair oddly facing the wall. Upon further examination, I found one accessory - a hole, four feet from the ground and probably two by four inches, leading into another room. The opposite room also contained a single folding chair and terribly exciting decorations. I remember the door closing and the men walking away. I was their experiment - the dumb idiot they came across, drunk in the street that night and took for captive. They needed me for one day, they said, and I would receive five hundred dollars. Even then, after a good six cans of beer, all of which surrounded my limb legs, I rebeauty is..
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The Cold, the Dock and the Sun We’d not been there since last year. I stood, next to her, and just looked at the vastness of it. She was silent, eyes tired, I expect from the jet lag. Everyone was there. Every crowd accumulated in this city. We stood. The dock uneasy under our feet. The surrounding people, preoccupied with their picture-taking didn’t even notice or question the moment when September took off her jacket. The air was stiff; dry. My lips were chapped and both my and her nose pinked.The Cold, the Dock and the Sun
She didn’t stop there— no, she removed
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She's LeavingShe asked one afternoon what I thought about life. What about life? She said life in general. I didn’t know quite what she meant. The conversation didn’t get anywhere but still today, long after she is gone, I wish we’d kept talking. I think she meant, with her questioning, how I liked life. What I wanted to do with it. Usually, I would have continued talking, but I was undeniably upset with her. She had made an announcement that morning. She said she was leaving. Away from me. Away from everyone she’d ever known.She's Leaving
“I’m
by ~evas-magic-viola
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