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it’s funny how we say something, and we don’t think it matters, but for the people we say it to, sometimes it becomes all they can think about, yet we still don’t choose our words half as carefully as we should.
Tags » Sad Stuff
Finally I have enough Internet to access the blog and do some updates. I’ve been unsure how to really talk about the earthquake here. I’ve already fielded countless questions on the destruction of the situation, but there if you just want to hear about decimation and death you can just turn on the TV. 533 more words
Back in the day, at the “old” Catholic Center housed in a square two-story building on Line Avenue, the secretaries of various departments would share what we called “phone duty” in which we were assigned a rotation of days to relieve the receptionist for her lunch hour. 1,275 more words
I want all my relationships
to be like the beginnings of relationships.
Constant kissing and hugging,
smiling at each other whenever
we cross paths,
holding hands while walking to places… 180 more words