

Kissing the GroundHe doesn't walk, he trudges along the sidewalk, feet beating a rhythm to some sort of song he ignores... "Wait," she implores.Kissing the Ground
It's not that he won't stop- he can't. If he could, he knew he undoubtedly would, but his shrunken heart was fit to burst. "Why don't you stop? Bastard!" she cursed.
The only thing that stops him are the shakes that overtake him, because he's sick. Druggie, junkie, loser, yet she moves when he falls, catching him clumsily but doing it all the
same.
"I can't recall your name," he thinks but doesn't say.


Reality and Consequence .Reality.Reality and Consequence
Snow was being sprinkled like unwanted crystalline powder, landing on our glasses and staying, for a moment, sweetly still, then dissolving into perfect little pools that magnified my view of the sky. The sky was flat navy velvet dotted with sparkling precipitation, an enormous wonder around us. It hung over us like an emotionless god incapable and consequently devoid of rational human thought. Hot tears built up in my eyes;
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300 Dum-Dums? Did you say 300 Dum-Dums? I'll take it!
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Love, Tünde
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300 Dum-Dums? Did you say 300 Dum-Dums? I'll take it!
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"It is impossible to be unhappy in a poncho" --Vince Noir
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300 Dum-Dums? Did you say 300 Dum-Dums? I'll take it!
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300 Dum-Dums? Did you say 300 Dum-Dums? I'll take it!
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~ Everytime I see your face, my heart smiles..
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