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The Afternoon The Band Didn't Play Panic! At The Disco

For some inexplicable reason I received an invitation from Matriarch Alice to attend a cookout. I have not seen her since those interminably horrible days at the hospital. 928 more words

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The Night I Was a Dishcloth

This is a continuation in the Prince Charming and Clare series. All preceding tales can be found in the category with that heading. All have been written in reaction to the daily prompt generously provided by the good folks at wordpress. 316 more words

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The Night of Oops and the Verbalized Thought

Shall we talk uncomfortable? Awkward? Unless you’ve actually participated in a scenario with your ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, his brother who may or may not be your current boyfriend, (which in itself is awkward) there’s a pretty good chance you can’t begin to understand the level of anxiety rippling through me. 553 more words

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The Night of Innovative Jet Turbulence

The unlit cigarette’s back. That’s the first thing I notice when I see Damien lounging in a booth at Flannagan’s staring at his cell phone. He looks up when I enter. 711 more words

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The Afternoon of Passionate Kisses

Do I want too much?
Am I going overboard to want that touch?
I shout it out to the night
Give me what I deserve ’cause it’s my right…

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The Afternoon of Take a Hike!

He’s been a good dog
My best friend right through it all
If I die before I wake, feed Jake

Feed Jake by the Pirates of the Mississippi…

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