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I'm trapped in the morning commute, inching along the parkway like molasses. From the sporty coupe next door, the low reverberation from a
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by WhiteHairspray 500 words, 3 comments, on May 29 7:42 AM 2008. In , Adult, Crime, Erotica, Family, Love, Poverty, Sex, Young adult
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“Can you spare change. Change? Just a leetle for a poor mother and her child? Sir? You have change?”1 / The man looked disgustedly at the bare foot middle aged woman with her young daughter, aby frostany 600 words, 2 comments, on Oct 21 10:29 AM 2007. In Hope, Inspirational, Poverty, Society
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-Rizzie- / “Do you have any family or friends that you keep in touch with?” I asked suddenly, once again sitting across from Will in the café with a cup of chai tea between my hands. We’d started meeting at the caféby Trenchmouth 1900 words, 3 comments, on Jul 3 7:30 AM 2007. In Conmen, Crime, Humor, Pickpockets, Poverty, Romance
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-Aiden- / I groaned as she walked out of my apartment. What was it with women and always having to keep tabs on one another?! It’s not like I did anything to her. But enough was enough. I’d call her later, we’d arrby Trenchmouth 1200 words, 4 comments, on Jul 3 4:02 AM 2007. In Conmen, Humor, Pickpockets, Poverty, Romance
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Yanika was an ant under a child's looking glass in the sun. Burning. Desperate. In Pain. / She was a ten year old in the smoke filled, dungby Jaded Fairytale 400 words, 2 comments, on Jun 18 10:27 PM 2007. In , Fiction, History, Poverty, Prostitution, Sad, Society
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-Aiden- / Friday did not come along fast enough. Especially with having to spend half a day getting another fake ID made. Of course, I saw Cory at the café and we would manage a small hello, neither calling the other oby Trenchmouth 1900 words, 5 comments, on Apr 10 11:41 PM 2007. In Conmen, Crime, First person, Humor, Pickpockets, Poverty, Romance
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-Rizzie- / I didn’t even bother with his ID and credit cards. I just picked the money out, pulled my sleeves down and wiped the wallet off then tossed it onto the side of the street once away from the café. /by Trenchmouth 1500 words, 3 comments, on Mar 21 6:59 PM 2007. In Conmen, Crime, Humor, Pickpockets, Poverty, Romance, Scams
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-Aiden- / Back in the café again. I’d found out pretty quickly that it was a good place to scope out potential marks. That and the coffee was good… and cheap. In the last few days, it had gotten colder and a light fby Trenchmouth 1000 words, 5 comments, on Mar 16 5:55 PM 2007. In Conmen, Crime, Humor, Pickpockets, Poverty, Romance, Scams
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-Aiden- / (Three days later) / Dropping the last box onto the floor of my new apartment, I dusted my hands off and sat down on the couch. The TV hummed quietly as I pulled out my wallet and glanced at my new IDby Trenchmouth 1500 words, 6 comments, on Mar 10 11:43 PM 2007. In Conmen, Humor, Pickpockets, Poverty, Romance, Scams
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-Chapter One: Rizzie- / (March, 1997) / “This isn’t a motel, sweetheart,” A sharp voice barked as a hand nudged me none too gently in the shoulder. / Stirring awake, I rubbed my eyes and glanced at theby Trenchmouth 1200 words, 9 comments, on Mar 10 12:21 AM 2007. In Conmen, Humor, Pickpockets, Poverty, Romance, Scams
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