Class, or that thing between social excursions?mom is doing fine, if anyone cares to know. by the end of her chemo, which she took with only a few difficulties, the cancerous cells were gone. but she didn't want to get cancer again and opted for the removal and later reconstruction of both breasts. i have bigger boobs then my mom and i don't have a big set. it's actually funny.
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Dominic didn't have much in common with his brother, so the five hour drive to and from their college was always an awkward affair. Sure, it might have been a simple thing to just fall asleep or ignore his brother in some other way, they hardly ever saw each other on campus anyways; but Dominic, for all of his lack of connection with is brother, wanted to bridge the gap. It seemed impossible; there was nothing to talk about, because they had nothing in common. Justin was a science major, deeply into mechanics. Dominic, on the other hand was an art major, having discovered he had skill when his psychologis
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DamselThe wind howled, the floor which she laid on was barren, she lifted her head and turned to the source of the sound; the only window was barred. She tried to run to it, but the earth lurched under her feet. All but colliding with the bars head on she grasped the cold metal like a lifeline. In the back of her mind she thought of how cliché it was as she stared out from what was undoubtedly the tower of a castle. The height almost made her dizzy and her heart wanted to break. She knew and hated her role in all this: she was to be the bait.Damsel
On the ground far below her there was movement, it was not the dark shades of her captors
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Gifts of SilenceShe saw him by accident, almost mistaking him for a lone tree stump in the mist. He certainly looked like a stump, hunched over as he was. Ditching her "friends" was depressingly easy as she walked away from the faire and towards him. There was no way he hadn't heard her approach, the uneven grass brushed against her half soaked sneakers noisily.Gifts of Silence
When she reached him, he looked up. He could have been her grandfather, his clothes were well worn, as was the bench he sat on. On the far side of him a small gift sat expectantly. His eyes were glassy, though not tearful. His face was leathery and wrinkled like his hat, only lighter. Sh
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THE BOMBAs I set my cup down I long for the warm feel of coffee sliding down my throat. Brushing my tongue against the roof of my mouth does little to alleviate the overpowering taste of sugar. As I try to more fully focus on my professor's words, a sudden whirr and a series of beeps cut across him. My eyes flit to the bomb in the corner against my better judgment, and I fight with them to focus once again on the professor. The noises put me in mind of a countdown timer. The bomb has a locked glass panel, where it's smaller components flicker and mock us. The bomb is encased in a metal box that is taller then I am, and looks wide and deep enough to bTHE BOMB
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