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Oh and I cant even attempt to begin to even try to explain how that little piece of fucking shit, no-name lawn mower was the center of my dads pathetic, awful, dismal little universe. Besides being bowel looseningly loud and billowing waxy black smoke and soot and making this sickly coughing and wheezing and stalling type of sound whenever it encountered grass that was tall...
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Dr. Sherman was funny in a way and would go off on these crazy tangents. During group he would go off on these tangents that would be funny and all and even a little creepy. A lot creepy actually. He wasnt trying to be funny or anything, not in the least bit, but his tangents were certainly funny and weird and creeped me out in...
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You find yourself standing around the side entrance of Sonic for 20 minutes or so, while she talks to Drew, a jail house tattoo covered, "cigarette pack in the short sleeve dress shirt pocket", awfully dark tanned for an assistant manager at the Radio Shack in the strip mall, "good person". A strip mall by the way that through absolutely nothing more than total happenstance...
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And its funny, because as I walked down that little path after the much longer than expected hastily planned flight to Formentera and made my way slowly to the jetty that protected that nice little cove that formed the beach in front of our resort, I realized, more or less out of the blue, that I have this kind of bad habit that when Im...
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His fridge was always jam packed with all kinds of stuff. I even noticed that incredibly fresh-looking bundle of carrots on the bottom shelf next to all those yogurts and things. I had honestly noticed the carrots when I was more or less just standing there, in front of the fridge, with both doors flung wide open, staring as I had done many times before,...
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My mind was wandering as I walked over to the park to kind of sit by the dog run and watch them (the dogs) run, jump and climb on the tired looking picnic bench that's in there. Oh, and also sip my black coffee. And try to spot one of those admittedly badass looking black squirrels. If I was lucky.

1.There's a certain type of...
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. And it was funny really, because at these dinners, every time my dad would reach for his glass or spoon or even the salt, I found myself, after a while, I admit, unable to not drop my fork or spoon on my plate and shoot a hand up over my face, in a feeble type of protective measure and assume this strange type of...
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As I walked out of the bathroom and over to the expectedly unsympathetic looking bed and began shakily taking off my street clothes before taking the walk down the hall to the surgical suite where I knew all too well the hoIlowing, unyielding post operative pain that waited for me when I was wheeled out, I wisely put ALL my money on "faith", because, quite...
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Your friends quiet, she said again. Believe me, I more than got what she was getting at and we started to actually hustle, in a way, back towards the apartment. I knew exactly what she was getting at. Believe you me.

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He was the kind of friend that was fun and had a great place that we could all hang out at, and was always up for anything and knew tons of people and everything but hes certainly not the type you would sit down and have a heart-to-heart with, if you catch my drift. He just wasnt the type you could depend on in certain...
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