My teenage hormones were out of control. Every day I saw my brother Larry come and go in his new, mean-green AMC Javelin. A 343 cubic –inch, four-barrel V8, 280 horsepower machine that went from zero-to-sixty in less than seven seconds. 891 more words
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This is gonna be the weirdest sentence I think I’ve ever written – but, my character flaws are killing me. This isn’t a pity post – this is just another written rant about my certain downfall towards entering a nunnery. 593 more words