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“I can’t take this job anymore.”
“What do you mean?” Sanchez asks in a polite tone. But still a tone that manages to sound accusing.
“What I mean is, I hate the owner, and the manager. I hate most of the people I work with. Present company accepted.”
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I've never figured out how it happened, but in fourth grade our gym teacher Mr. McIntyre took two weeks out of our regular sporting curriculum to teach the boys to waltz. We had just finished our regular month of flag football and had a two week gap before kickball.
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You could call Martin a criminal, You could say that. But he was a bit more than that. Yes he did enter the homes of strangers uninvited. Yes he did drive his late model car through neighborhoods looking for specific homes that would suit his specific needs.
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from the book - Being Chalant
After she broke my heart for the second time, we walked outside. I have no recollection of the walk up the stairs from the basement bar, I expected the sun, but the skies were in a turmoil much like our emotions.
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It’s been said before, by people a whole cuss smarter than me, that love is beyond our understanding. We are all victims of it, or benefactor depending on your viewpoint. But inside, we all seem to be able to agree, we know less than we believe.
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