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I finish off a bottle of Vodka and look down at Tom's naked body. Shame fills my heart when I think about what we just did. He's my sister's husband for Christ sake. I stand up, a little wobbly from the alcohol. Liz was sitti
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Meghan yawned as she got out of bed. Her hair, which one of her best friends, Kimberly had dyed blonde, was in her eyes. "I hate school," she muttered, walking to her dresser. She pushed her hair out of her face and snatched
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Poetry; Not a story. Would be a good title for a story, though.. Hmm...
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by sodancewithsoda 300 words, 30 comments, on Mar 28 4:31 AM 2007. In , Failed love, Memories, Mistakes
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