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Year 1 Review
Part I
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He wrote"NRP". Inspired by the same program, she knew he meant "NPR". Inspiration
was brief, her life went on...silence. "Wait for the right moment, one without
mistakes."
Abruptly, she cracked her resistance. She chose to risk, to name her desire. I want to
write.
(46 words)...mitzi
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A Fowl Story
Bad man comes on Silicon Investor and touts silly stock. Chicken man says "hey you're
a paid shill". Bad man says I will sue. Jill gets worried and kicks Chicken man off.
Jill
gets many angry emails so kicks bad man off too. Chicken man becomes new Silicon
Investor martyr.
purething
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Loch Ness
Green hills, dark blue lake, a man, his dog, a Scottie, walking.
Ripples, a gleaming back breaking. A shout. A bark.
Croatia
Black street, sniper aiming, child, miss.
Green forest
child walking, wolf beside, brothers.
Florida
Bright sunlight, mica panel, safe journey.
Love talking, bright telling.
Fifty words.
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It was strange, they came in the night, in the day intruding upon their surroundings, all colors, shapes and sizes. Some laughing, some crying but, all
wanting to tell a story. Would they be loved, hated or feared?. They lie waiting
patiently, their patience is infinite, their time will come!
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Johnny's Market
Sitting by the car, the small boy sighed.
Was his mother coming? Hot sun. Doors locked. Hungry.
Snow cones near by - sweet, juicy. Fifty cents.
Rustling brown bags, groceries.
"Mom, can I borrow a quarter?"
"I spent all my money on food already. Let's go."
Disappointment. No anger
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Ode to James T. Flynn
James knew his God, as none before him. His non-normalcy did not go without notice.
He posted around here with creativity and abandon. Jill, the switchyard foreperson
switched the tracks.
The SI Express roared through the yard. Oooowieeeee gooey.
James' posts know their God. Where's James?
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We can change our world with words.
Fifty steps to coerce materialization.
Early morning light..
Stirring footsteps from above, getting quicker
louder, as our house awakes.
My second coffee, no early classes today,
cigarette's in spite of sniffles.
It's not relaxing, waiting, less done
each day as expectancy grows.
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Teaching Trees to Smoke Cigarettes
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"The big Redwood over by the picnic table said he didn't want menthol. So I gave him
Lucky Strikes. Is that allowed?"
"Filtered?"
"Yeah".
Biff Stalin frowned and shook his head.
"Kid, you've got a lot to learn about teaching trees to smoke cigarettes."
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She was contentedly munching on her trailmix, when she heard a cry of desperation from the hot, fiery valley. Snakelike the plastic slithered down the smoky mountainside, lifting him.
Opening his eyes, he exclaimed, "No it can't be"! "Plastic Woman"??? She grinned sheepishly, refolding the plastic sleeve of credit cards...
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It was a shark that got the Fishin Fool. Took of his head and left his girl friend to scream. He was gone without a trace, though we looked. And she, frightened and beautiful, ended up in my bed fleeing nightmares through frantic sex I can never forget.
He was a friend but I forgive the shark.
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They chased the schools and caught plenty fish. Heading home the engine stopped.
When the cord broke they executed the outboard with a sledge hammer. Three days
hard rowing and near death brought them home to village laughter and derision when a
young boy held up their empty gas tank.
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The boy found his father murdered in the mountain plantation. Thieves. Going home he
swore revenge.
They sold the taro for beer and partied.
He heard, listened and confirmed.
He took each head with a bush knife as they peed; then dragged the basket of 'taro' to
the police station.
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The police didn't get the heads.
Warunda would know how to shrink the heads so they could be strung and displayed.
The family "plantation" was a glorious description for a tough life. The closeness of the forest was good, safety after the violent day. The straw basket was heavy, it leaked.
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Heads to shrink. Sacred rites to perform.
In the sweaty dark night chants accompanied the cutting of flesh; the scooping of brains.
The wizened old man honoured son and grandson; tasting the knowledge of enemies.
The boy refrained, hating the heads, knowing Kuru.
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(This need not be here but it may make the final line clearer)
Kuru: Mad Cow like disease found in the Papuan uplands among those whose diet is rather eclectic
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How It Went:
by taxikid
In the beginning, it started.
Everything happened,until the end.
taxi
please nominate me.....
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Tires squeeled as he slammed on his brakes.... too late.
Metal crunches on metal, and the last thought that goes thru his head before his head
goes thru the windshield is...
"Good thing I wore my clean underwear".
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It is morning and the dream of the night before puzzles her sleep- clouded mind. Why were the cats devils, and who was the little girl with devil's voice and pink painted lips?
Why did the cats multiply, and bite her, and why does she still dream of alcohol and food as unconquerable foes after all these years?
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It's a bird, its a plane, NO, its Jungle Jinx!!
"Hey buddy", he whispered furtively, hanging upside down from a knotty vine, "I know
a place just down the trail a piece, where you can get those heavy, heads shrunk, cheap
like".
"A Head Of Their Time"
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In the morning
heads were out of sight, being smoked. The
old man told the boy "Now you will have your enemies
with you always, so keep your knife sharp."
Warunda told the boy his destiny lay elsewhere.
You'll follow the yellow chia bird, it will lead you to
a new life.
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Three days to death.
The yuppie saved and invested in
all those stocks, all that money,
The doctor has three days to death to spend it all.
Run more tests on the computer. The brain's not dead till it's dead.
Microsoft claims another victim from beta software.
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beta beada better
No heads, no second thoughts
No time for that
I've got just a few minutes
To taste every flavour in the universe
Going under.....I love life!
Over and out.
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A true story:
i sent you a big email.
delete it and grab the next one..
or flame my tuckis.. if you will..
in 50 words or less...
BAWWWK
taxi
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Another True Story...
"Never again!" she told herself.
Then his remorse, pleading, "I promise, never again."
She stayed.
Tonight, she smelled his anger. She remembered. His fury. Her fear.
The front door slammed, "Honey?!!"
She remembered, this time she remembered!
The back door slammed. She breathed deeply; she ran and ran and ran....
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Jinx, you moron, you got it wrong again!!
Can't you ever do anything right, she exclaimed, looking downright delectable in her
sequined loincloth.
It should be, "A Head For A Dime"
A strange red glow emanated through the trees.....
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He dumped himself into the armchair and ignoring the wads of stuffing spilling from the
cat-claw tears he reached to the floor for beer to pour past unshaven cheeks. No beer.
No cats. No woman. Nothing to beat.
Alone, he might have looked inward. But not tonight. Not any night.
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His unshaven chin sunk to his chest, the beer can slipped from his hand, spilling its
golden contents on the orange shag carpet..
Standing before him in her sequined loincloth, a vision of beauty, she said gently,
"don't
sit here feeling sorry for yourself, the jungle is really "swinging" tonight....
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She began undulating. Eyelids heavy in drunken stupor, he watched the dance that
crosses all cultures and times.
''Why can't it really be like this?'' he whined half aloud.
The red white and blue lights of the police car -- he momentarily thought disco
ballroom
-- melted Salome into the faded wallpaper.
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Her image fades into the dirty wallpaper, her voice coils around him, he strains to
hear
the words falling around him.
"I am Woman.
Slowly,
Softly,
I draw away the veil and invite you into my world, the unveiling removes a barrier
and brings us together".
Stop that damn whining!!
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Thankfully, I slip along the sandy bottom, glad to have reached a place of peace and safety.
Bruised, battered, I begin the rituals, our ancient species must be preserved at any cost.
Nothing else matters now, the courtship dance begins in earnest..
Our Life Force ends and begins renewed.....
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Okay, Carol. Okay.
He ignores the opiate-soaked atmosphere and focuses on the soft, inviting flesh before him.
Years of abuse to body and mind wash away like dust on the banks of a swollen river.
This is no sweet coupling. Feeding inch after relentless inch into her, they begin moving as one.
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The jungle drums beat faster and faster, whipping the feeding into a frenzy.
Salome, wearing a delightful gold gossamer loincloth, specially designed for formal
occasions, held up her hand, silence fell on her exhausted minions.
She exclaimed furiously, "Jinx, you damn idiot, don't feed the damn croc my pet
snakes"..........
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Words are lies and truth.
The only option is to speak or don't speak.
For every word that is spoken, there are listeners.
Are we to depend upon the speakers to tell the truth ?
Being quiet accomplishes little, being loud a little more,
being heard more yet, listening does the most.
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She exclaimed furiously, "Jinx, you damn idiot, don't feed the damn croc my pet
snakes"..........
The Lady Croc smiles and munches on yet another pet snake....and remarks...
"Ah, but they're THE BEST, Jerry, THE BEST!!" ... ;-}>
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Salome looked hard at the Croc, "my god, she's smiling" she exclaimed.
What a creature??
Jinx honey, never mind what I said, give her more until she's nice and fat.
Just look at the grain and texture of her skin, Mmmm, what a beautiful loincloth it will make.......
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"Young Sire, are you being cheeky again"?
Salome grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the riverbank, She said, "Be careful,
because by the look on her snout, she will eat just about anything".....
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In the heat of the office she plans her revenge.
Hatred is a hot, savory drink, but too rich. She wishes that instead of revenge she could reverse time, and undo the rent fabric of the universe.
What is justice, and who was she to interpret it?
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With growing nervousness, Sire looked at the smiling Lady Croc as she munched on yet
another salted, mixed snake and said: "My what big teeth you have.....".
Lady Croc paused momentarily and replied... "The better to eat you with my
dear...Hmmmm???"**.. ;-}>
(Note: ** just a little postmodernist poaching from "Little Red Riding Hood")
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...but just as he takes the first bite of the succulent grapes, Sire slips and falls into the river with a great splash. Lady Croc, mindful of her own peril, nonetheless comes to the aid of the young fella who is now in danger of being torn to pieces by the large school
of piranhas which hang around looking for tasty morsels of the crocodile's leftover lunch...
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Sire, soaking wet, still has a firm grip on the grape vine, he lucked and tosses as many grapes as he could into the water. The piranha gulped down the grapes, and now have a bad case of diarrhea, taking advantage of this, Sire pulled himself back to the safety of the river bank.......
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The commotion caused by Sire's misadventure distracts the hunter momentarily. The Lady Croc slips silently beneath the bow of the canoe then heaves her mighty tail to flip it. The hunter now becomes lunch for the angry piranhas...
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Sire, didn't notice the demise of the hunter as he was filling his face full of grapes.
Sometime later Sire hears "You Whoooo" Sire, can I cross the river and eat some ofthose grapes too? Sire looked and it was Lady Carol "The Unicorn"........
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The Couple So Happy They Baked Themselves Into a Pie
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Jim had Wendy and Wendy had Jim and everything else was an intrusion.
But whoever had idea that the solution was to bake themselves into a large 14 foot pie,
well, it's safe to say it wasn't their best idea.
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They chased schools over the horizon losing blue mountains in inky seas. Turning home,
overloaded, racing following seas, the stern slipped gently under a swell, swamping the
boat. The problem was the bloody catch. One fled with a gas can. The others chose
pride; paying the sea's silent toll.
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Sofie
She was no longer a young transvestite. Her boyish features giving way to mannish
thickness. Losing herself, she despaired and drank and fought in the bars. The whores
finally tired of her and cast her out. She died young, used up, in a viscous rock fight
against old friends.
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They fled to the church in twos and threes. They feared death; looked to God. The
pastor fed them, ran out of food, grew disturbed at the mess fear made. To save the
church he revealed them; was horrified when they were not marched out, but
slaughtered at the alter.
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Buy low, sell high. That's the ticket!
So that's what he did. Buy AFTY 300 1.625, sell AFTY 2.25,
buy more, sell more, buy more, what? What happened to the price?
buy more on falling... buy more on falling...
Oh, Crap! NO bottom! SELL! SELL! SELL!
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"Just escaped Jail" he said.
"Really? Nice knife...." I smiled.
"Big huh? JIM BOWIE kind! No?"
"Yea, Jim Bowie. For sure."
"Not goin back."
"Understand."
"You like drink?"
"Well......."
"Got to drink!"
"Ahh-Cheers..".
"Go back Monday.. Drink. Fight first! We just drink!"
"Its a plan.. My shout, No?"
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Manager Trainee
"That man's no good"
"He's ok. Just nasty."
"Tomorrow he no more NASTY."
"What!"
"Kill em for you brah."
"Nah don't bother. Kill em an you fired!"
"Ok jus go break his legs."
"Don't break nothin".
"Burn his house..."
"NO!"
"OK! jes throw rocks..."
"Moki, this is NOT management..."
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Suckers
"PVF...what's that?"
"It's the sweetest deal on the VSE, man...get with it!"
"What do they got?"
"Whatever ya want"
"How high can it go?"
"How many fingers ya got?"
"How low can it go?"
"Gotta go pick some apples...see ya later!"
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"It's really quite lovely."
"I thought you'd like it"
"Oh, I do. I do."
"So what's with Anton these days?"
"Sheila won't have anything to do with him."
"Can you blame her, after the way he acted?"
"She started it after all!"
"Not much to say for fifth generation clones."
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"This is a crisis? I was expecting something more interesting."
"What do you mean? The halls are full of security guards! You can't go anywhere
without i.d.!"
"No different from where I used to work."
"Where in hell was that?"
"There, one was questioned all the time on one's identification, until eventually one
believed one's identification was all that mattered."
"But it does, doesn't it?"
"Not to me. Not until then."
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Dalt viewed the room with jaundiced eyes.
"Mackay? The surprise... its the chair? The table? The floor maybe"
Mackay's silence haunted Dalt - he took his seat.
Lapping up the pork loins, corn and coffee like a hungry dog his eyes darting anxiously
about.
Dalt slumped over.
Mackay checked the time.
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"Then, When? Er, ah, that is...When is or was then?"
"Don't ask what you don't want to hear."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know."
"No, really! I really don't know!"
"Well think about it and you will."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, oh. It's only the beginning."
"Of what?"
"Think man! Open your eyes."
"To what? Ohhhhhhhh!"
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He'd hobble in, and sit catching his breath while the girl got beers.
She'd bib him and lift the glass to his shaking lips.
He was always nasty to her.
When he died and she came over and screwed me all day long.
Refused to go to the funeral.
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Black Steel stared her down - hands snatched at fives and tens. 26 years knew no
terror like this, would it be over before it started? Why this shift?
Money's all gone, next? "Leave", she pleaded in her thoughts. They turned but he turned
again. Smoke hung in the air.
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He hand was unsteady. 80 sleepless hours does that to a person. One false move and he'll sleep forever. The bottle's rim had just about cleared the beaker lip inside the glass enclosure. The watery liquid starts to flow, slowly, carefully. Suddenly a shot rings out!
His hand causes the liquid to splash!
A bright flash...ahhhh....sleep...
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The Bank Robbery
Wildly, we careened, franticly finding nothing but darkness, ever further gone, gone as
our souls had left this weepy night for what we had done. The money was good, the
getaway bad. 300 horses had nothing on them, and we were done. I will repent, I will
repent, I hope.
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300 hundred horses with nothing on them!
A sight for the old poets, the Greek ones;
War and death and glory.
All this for a robbery we had planned, too well.
We couldn't change it for a mere security guard...
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BASEBALL
As Han rushed into the officers club, the sound of a cracking bat and cheer was the first thing he heard. Eleven men sat around the TV, excited, sweating, unaware. Had he waited 5 more seconds before pulling the detonator, the young Vietnamese boy would have seen his first grandslam.
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Sweat splattered the panel; Clark glared at the clock on the wall. None left on this side who knows if any over there. Provisions for a life time; the button depressed. Col. Clark was more alone now than ever he might have imagined - the remaining
MIRV site had initiated retribution.
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Filo Simona, drunk and nasty, beat his wife when dinner was late. He slapped the child, and knocked the cat on the head.
Nothing was said when Filo grabbed the beer bottle of Gramoxone instead of Soy Sauce.
It took him a very long time to die.
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The Color of Honor.
Flesh was peeled a stamp's worth at a time - could he hold till he died. Fifty men
depended on it. Then fingers snapped and electrodes were applied, training hadn't
prepared for this - fifty men, fifty states. His screams were his anthem. The ground
under his feet turned crimson.
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The Dead Pool
Quietly, slowly, the somber figure scratches out names to paper. Famous people all;
elderly, reckless, sickly: all candidates for his list. Pausing thoughtfully he sets
down pen
and paper and slowly draws a revolver from his pocket. Placing the gun to his temple,
he thinks, "That's one down."
-jsc
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What to do, what to do?
Jake's spirit burned within his breast. PETA would save a rat before saving a child! A
month or so later there was an accident - a car collided with a deer. Man and beast
were near death. The bumper sticker read PETA.
Jake smiled, "what to do...., what to do?".
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The "Wet" Nurse
Although Claudia had been assigned duty to the prince recently, she knew his chamber well. The white towel was in the corner as usual. Absconding with the fresh semen, the 10 minute helicopter ride to the lab was the final step to securing the first African heir to the throne.
royal.gov.uk
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The helicopter blades were still spinning when Claudia trotted the sample to Dr. Fromm's lab. The scientist eyed the little vial of white mucous briefly before taking it to the microscope focussed on the ova.
As the doctor leaned over the scope, and began microinjection, Claudia wondered if she had done the right thing.
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Upon reflection," hmm...in nine months...the baby's blood analysis will become public.
The queen Mum will fall over dead and all of England will clamor at what will surely be
the scandal of the century. Yes...it was worth while".
"That pompous Charles has it coming", she smiled.
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Ripple
As God experimented with the black hole, something went wrong. The impact was
universal. Fractal elements of every entity of existence were changed for every
dimension. The boolean switch that lies within every piece of matter was reversed.
Good became evil. Evil good.
Some noticed. Some didn't.
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AH....
From the window of Heaven, where they watch, God smiles at His non-committed
Son's face, as they both silently agree perhaps young Thomas might be catching on...
Together they conspire. Thomas' eyes are barely opening; too much light would blind
him immediately. Best to first send another clue:
(to be continued)
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"Wedding Day"
Whirlwind day. The bride nervous, the groom playing golf. Ceremony perfect. In route
to reception, wedding party to drive-in beer distributor. They get a case. Reception
delightful. Newlyweds leave. Hungry for food and each other. McDonald's drive-thru
solves their hunger for food. Wedding night breathless, they feed each others passions.
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~~~~Among My College Memories!~~~~
Where could that book be? Knowing it has to be here somewhere.
The search begins. So many forgotten memories; college id, first lease, grade
transcripts, photo albums, record albums, love letters, phone bills, bridal magazines
.Finally, after a long walk down memory lane. Here is the book: Practical English
Handbook.
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Practical English Handbook.
That'll do!
After the council convenes and finds you innocent of all charges I think you should
condense the love letters to 50 words and post them. Frankly in this case I would set
aside all rules (if I were king) and allow the complete and unedited article. |
