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I. The Thirteenth Spirit in my Dorm / / The fall of my freshman year of college brought many changes into my life. I speak, as it were, in retrospect, as now many of the conversations have passed, and I am no longer in that time. My disjointed memoby nanashiamai 2800 words, 1 comment, on Apr 20 10:48 PM 2007
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There was awkward tenseness about the situation as the two of them stared at one another. It was like time had come to a stop, with the strange realization that here they both
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“What is that, Josh?” asked a middle aged woman who was dressed in her Sunday best. Her eyes were on her eleven-year-old son, who inby nanashiamai 6400 words, 3 comments, on Mar 21 9:36 PM 2006. In Fan fiction
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When I came into the cafe, he was sitting there as always, at the back table in the corner. Alone. His eyes rested on a small, leather-bound book in his hand, like they always
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The windowsill was green. Its ivy-toned paint was chipped in several places, and was beginning to flake. It was old and musty; for sure some termites had gorged the
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“Lucy, how did this happen?” Nick asked me quietly, looking down at the ground. He ran his fingers over his skull, where his once long, beautiful blonde hair was shorn.1 - 8 of 8
