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A Tuesday Like Any Other Adam watched the bell rather impatiently, but that was how first-graders were: impatient. He knew that in a few minutes it would ring, the sound bringing freedom to eight grades of students. It was the longest few minutes of his life. Ages later (it seemed), his wait ended. In no time at all he had his belongings packed away and was running out the door. Mom would be waiting in the Chevy down the street, parked in the shade of a droopy old sycamore tree. She'd ask Adam how his day went, and they'd drive home.A Tuesday Like Any Other by ~aquasynth
But as Adam rounded the corner, the Chevy wasn't there.&n
Sta.sh
If not, please disregard. Thank you.
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"To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on."
- Chaucer (A Knight's Tale)
KELLY>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
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"life is too important to be taken seriously"
you better believe it, biotch!
yes stevo, I am home and strong as ever.... so hurry up and get back from DC and go to a play with me! help me forget about stupid boys who go to the art institute by running away with me to new york! we can take mo too! then we will all find someone to get sexed with and all will be happy! muwuaha
/end craziness
hehe
love, marcy
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"work is love made plain..."
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"preventing people from smelling like bacon since 1776"