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Rolling My Eyes: reticence
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Fiction on a diet. We leave out commas and words and sometimes whole sentences. Friday, April 11, 2014. What if that reverend heard her? No thanks, that's too many people and any audience that includes God is far too big for her. Wasn't she too old to be failing at this too? Karen knew that Janice knew exactly where her son was. And that nothing much would be said to him about this phone call either. Her husband's ears had long fallen deaf to his parents and they knew it too. Did some jerk do it to you?
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Rolling My Eyes: Ellen-Funeral Pyres
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Fiction on a diet. We leave out commas and words and sometimes whole sentences. Tuesday, June 24, 2014. At one point or another, and maybe even still. It was something they all could say. Some did. Some didn't. Now I might have a baby! Do you want a baby with me? Yes, ma’am, he would, if that's what she wanted. "I don't want a fucking baby,Stupid" she said, slamming her foot down onto his. "Don't ever talk to me again! So he didn't. But he looked at her an awful lot. Like even still. My pen pal Duncan?
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Rolling My Eyes: Crazy People in Super Markets
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Fiction on a diet. We leave out commas and words and sometimes whole sentences. Saturday, April 26, 2014. Crazy People in Super Markets. I don't even know you fuckers, but all you fuckers think you've known me for so long. Oh, my God. Like seriously. It's strange. Like forever. so, here, let me tell you my tales of this and that and tit for tat and why would I tell anyone that? Hey all you loose-lip fuckers out there, I don't care about truths not your own. That’s where the game gets good, right? Let the...
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Rolling My Eyes: Unfamiliar
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Fiction on a diet. We leave out commas and words and sometimes whole sentences. Thursday, May 08, 2014. Entry dated August 11, in the year 10,854, but I have believed it is 3366 until today. Eight million of us live in the seven Arctalians on Earth; St. Petersburg, Toronto, Manchester, Reykjavík. This is what our days consist of:. 10 hours of Essentials. 2 hours outdoor work. 2 hours of classes. 2 hours socializing with friends. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fiction has to make sense.".
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Rolling My Eyes: vade mecum
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Fiction on a diet. We leave out commas and words and sometimes whole sentences. Thursday, May 15, 2014. My first memories reside in a beach town in Ontario. We lived in two different little white houses and we moved back to the new town when I was 5 years old. I believe I remember each house in detail. I remember sunlight streaming through trees. I wondered if I could find either house and simply started with Google and it wondered if maybe I wanted to look at this park? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Rolling My Eyes: #2 Unfamiliar
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Fiction on a diet. We leave out commas and words and sometimes whole sentences. Saturday, May 10, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.". View my complete profile. Life in 55 Words. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Rolling My Eyes: Spread out the oil, the gasoline
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Fiction on a diet. We leave out commas and words and sometimes whole sentences. Wednesday, April 30, 2014. Spread out the oil, the gasoline. Momma looked so sad when she was talking about, so Tommy never mentioned the blood, the look on his father's face. Maybe she looked so sad because she was remembering these things too.". Yes,” Tommy agrees, "I think she was. And I also think she probably doesn't want to know that I remember them. Who wants their kid to remember that? What do you remember next? Two d...
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The Post And Beam: October 2006
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The Post And Beam. The regular rantings of a homeowner. Please stop by for a cup of joe and a chance to share stories. Friday, October 13, 2006. Norm says you can also dice a squash or tomato and add that on top, too! Posted by norm at 9:25 PM. Links to this post. Wednesday, October 11, 2006. This shot was taken closer to Norm's house. Yesterday's shot was in town, but several miles away. Posted by norm at 11:28 AM. Links to this post. Tuesday, October 10, 2006. Posted by norm at 9:07 PM. Summer of 08 #4.
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Rolling My Eyes: Punks-Starting to Remember
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Fiction on a diet. We leave out commas and words and sometimes whole sentences. Thursday, April 17, 2014. Minnie is 14. She likes wearing bright red lipstick and getting high. Right now, Tommy is arguing with her. "Vitto will be waiting for me then.". He can wait longer," she tells him. "Tell him there was too many cops following you around or something.". Yeah," Tommy says. "That might work. Vitto would believe that. Three different cops stopped me on the street this week.". 8220;No, they aren't.".
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Rolling My Eyes: Ellen- Wallowing in the mire
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Fiction on a diet. We leave out commas and words and sometimes whole sentences. Thursday, June 05, 2014. Ellen- Wallowing in the mire. Get your little asses out of here," her father had yelled at her friends. "Get the hell out of here now before I kill you. You disgusting little shits. Sheila, you stay here. I will drive you home." Clearly he thought the boys to be the providers of the alcohol and that they had unclean intentions for two innocent girls. Why aren't you already here? Life in 55 Words.
