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His feet grudgingly drug themselves up the bus stairs. One hand gripped the cold, steel rail. Over his shoulder was slung a single, black bby Holly Anne Fairden 200 words, 3 comments, on May 12 4:42 PM. In Calling, City, Going away, Gone, Leaving, Past, Religious, Running away
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It's my wedding day / And I'm not feeling so sure. / I'm 20 years old, not 30 / where I should already have / an established career and / having boring, marital sex for just one reason / and that's just get
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