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Patting frantically, searching each pocket. No success, shouting to no one, “It was just here.” A six inch device, a small black screen. More important than even the wallet. The hands slip in and search time and time again, anxiety creeping in, despair filling the chest. Where is it, the thought circles the mind like a wheel. Thankful to be at home, frantically the couch is torn and tossed haphazardly around the room. Still no luck, once more frantically patting the pockets. The last memory holds it should be in the pocket, once more shoutin...
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Mary had lived ninety-nine years so far, in three days she would be one hundred. Though her hair had greyed and she had the faintest trace of whiskers on her chin, her eyes were still full of life, full of youthful vigor; if you asked her, she did not feel a day over twenty-five. As she was sitting on the couch, reading her favorite novel, the phone rang; she reached across the armrest and onto the table beside her to pick up the phone; upon pressing the talk button, her son Peter greeted her warmly, " Hello mom, are you excited for Th...
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