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Aunt Maureen had strawberry blonde hair that existed as a pile of soft curls on the top of her head.
In the end, the best way of knowing is starting by consciously not-knowing.
A number of people just dead.
So before she had met me, this stranger had scolded me twice.
Reminiscing about my favorite high school albums and all the punk/ska shows I went to, I couldn’t help but dig through some […]
That was when he told me that the first person was all alone.
There’s an urge to take, to grab, and looking at it up close I don’t think it’s about wanting a thing just for yourself, at the expense of othe…
This refers to the necessity of sharing an armrest with someone you don't know, a stranger—in other words, a certified Grade-A crazy weirdo.
Visually, look for calendars, usually a few years old, and pictures of grandchildren tacked around the mirror.