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She bent over to take a closer look at the teardrop shaped jewel that lie on the carpet to the left of her rather muddy rubber boots. This country, man, the mud just sticks to ya, stains your brightest, keeps its pulverized life fresh on your skin. Upon closer inspection, she determined it was nothing more than a tiny shred of onion skin. Earlier, she peeled onions. The little paper of life must have wanted a journey. She forgot all about the teapot on the stove. Booted and suited, she fumbled the knob to the creaky door back and forth, yank...
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Peter stood in the circle taking his turn to enjoy a mighty pull on the joint before passing it on to the next guy, Parker. Parker swayed drunkenly. Peter was just sick of the whole mess of it all. He felt as though he were looking at Parker through the wrong end of binoculars. Parker seemed far away, swaying in the center of a hyper-focused circle. Black hair sticking out every possible direction, glasses broken and smudged, looking to be slipping down his narrow nose. Wine colored button up, unbuttoned. White not white shirt now seen betwe...
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