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Another new apartment, another new start. That’s the way Emma saw it. Her whole life had been a series of beginnings and endings. Tragically, the betweens didn’t last long. Emma didn’t have any problems attracting men, she was by any account, exceptionally attractive.
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And he sat for what seemed an eternity, perched on the fringes of afterthought and overthought. Historically, the right words had always come as easily as breath. Now, he was overcome by incertitude and disarray. Like a punch in the gut, with the force to steal your breath forever.
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The Empty Glass was half empty. I was waiting for the bartender to look my way so I could order a drink. But if I was a superhero, my power might be the ability to be invisible to bartenders. I stood clasping my twenty dollar bill in my hand trying to keep it visible when I noticed some fellow co-workers walk into the bar.
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The smell of stale beer and old putrid fish isn't such a great thing to wake up to. Nor is the unwelcoming sound of a garbage truck approaching at a feverish rate. Luckily for me, the truck has to stop two dumpsters down and empty there first. If not for that. I might have been just another squalid stain on the alleyway in this city. I get up, and try to wipe some of the undetermined excreta from my clothes...
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Albert was the nicest kid in the world. everybody agreed on this. But at nine years old he wasn't terribly bright. Or particularly observant. Albert believed that cartoon characters actually lived in a place called Cartoonland. He thought that money actually did grow on trees. He believed that eggs were made in a factory by chickens, not hatched. He still believed that a fairy put money under his pillow when a tooth fell out. And mostly, Albert believed in wishes...
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