ContemplativeIn spite of the brisk temperature, the white sand felt relaxing, forcing its way between his toesas he languidly walkedalong Harbor Pointe. If he listened closely,...
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I'm afraid of the dark, and I hate being alone. I hate the dark, and I'm afraid of being alone.Winter's dry presumptuous bleakness iritates me makes me feel incomplete and...
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I didn't go out on New Year's Eve. Trust me. If I had somewhere to go. Anywhere else to be. I would be there. But there was no where. I watched the ball drop with a friend on...
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