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On a dark and stormy night, Bartleby -Now hold on a second. I will NOT be called Bartleby, and how dare you start my unbelievably original story with such a cliché? I demand a refund.- (Wait, what's going on? Rob, is this you playing a prank on me?)-ROB?! You think I sound like ROB?!? I am obviously the main character of this story that you've been failing to write. Now please, get back to explaining my gloriousness.-(Again, what?? how did you even get in here?) -Well, it's actually a long story...-(You know what, it doesn't matter.)The nigh...
The bustling city is shrouded in a thick white haze, all of the noise and grime covered beneath a soft blanket of cold. I stare through my kitchen window, mesmerized by the tiny paper flecks of snow swirling outside. There's something magical about the first snow of the season. Some intrinsic child within all of us that can't help but revel in the fairy dust flakes that fall from the sky, and the delicate little crystals that gift endless possibilities. It's been a while since I was a child, a good twenty years or so, but I suppose the snow ...
"Hey, watch it!" I mutter, glaring at the bad undercut of the guy in front of me. Ugh, typical Monday, though of course it wouldn't be High School without a bunch of football guys shoving me straight into the wall. These freshmen really have no idea how to walk around other people. "Are you okay?" A voice asks from behind me, and as I turn around I see a girl about my age standing there. She was the kind of girl with pale skin and blonde hair that you'd think would make her look like a washed out saltine, but it really just made her dark gre...
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