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I know that this sounds like just a normal love story, but this one is different. This one is mine. People make a lot of mistakes in this world. They say things to those that they love that they didn’t mean, or they wish that they could take back. When a loved one unexpectedly dies and you never had the chance to even say goodbye. Those are the things that we think about at 2am when you can’t fall asleep. They are the things that haunt our dreams. They’re the things that haunt my dreams. I lay awake at night, thinking about how I never told ...
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It was a Sunday afternoon and I had had a rough week. I drove into town and decided that I was going to get myself a drink. It was about 8:00pm and I had no other prior commitments, so I could be here as long as I wanted. I walked in, ordered a drink from the pretty girl behind the counter, and sat down on a black barstool. After the girl handed me my drink (with her number on the napkin under the glass,) I decided to go play some pool with some other guys there. I asked politely if I could play and grabbed a stick. They agreed and started a...
We now live in a world that is as honest as a mirror. Our genes get genetically modified as soon as we are born, with some sort of cousin to the truth serum. When we do something that breaks the law, our blood gets darker. Originally our blood is white as snow, but every time that we do something wrong it turns into a deeper and deeper crimson. I have done something that is unforgivable. I wait and wait for them to come, seconds, minutes, hours, days. They never come to get me. I think that I may have gotten away with what I have done. They ...
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