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Rising back up, struggling to grip the heavy box of clothes, he faced the window next to the front door. Without a second to think, he watched someone zoom down the neighborhood hill. He could not process the occurrence. A bike? A girl? Holding the heavy box with thin arms, Don continued staring through the window, observing the now empty road, watching the mind’s replay of a girl cruising down on that very road seconds ago. Huh? The pain of gripping such a heavy box brought Don back. He suddenly felt an urge. Not excitement but anxiousness....
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He made pride look cool. His smile was cocky. His outfits were splendid. His presence, angelic. Despite seeing him only once or twice a year, here he was walking into the annual Festival of Fellowship. Of course, not too far from him was his partner, or colleague, possibly friend. We didn’t even know their real names. Somehow, we knew he went by Thorn, she by Rockie–we heard him call her that once, though it was never affirmed. We also knew that they once lived on this island. They seemed to be in a matured youth, roughly in their twenties....
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She deserves it. With the little that I know, I can be sure that she deserves it. She deserves more. Maybe I've assumed too much of her, gluing together possibly imaginative qualities, wanting to mold a character that made me feel hopeful. Hopeful of an existing yet rare virtue. Exiting the dirtiest bathroom in school, I had yet to withdraw from thought. Since the senior season was over, my schedule expanded greatly, my beaten body and sensitive soul restored dramatically, my life liberated. Though it was terribly bitter, finally putti...
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