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365 Project
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It's all getting too personal. Some of you people are beginning to think strange thoughts, like I'm sensitive and have emotions and might, actually, be human. We really can't have that. And so, I am starting a separate site to purge myself of the 365 Read More...
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"Dude, Halloween is like my favourite night of the year, dude! You can't not dress up and come - it's my religion ," you said to me. I had never celebrated Halloween in Canada properly before, and it was my last one, and you wouldn't let it go without Read More...
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You came back, and suddenly, we didn't know you anymore. In you lay a change in timbre; a change of genre. Your small, pointed, half-white nose upturned. Your red, indignant eyebrows raised; condescending. Long gone were those long summer days when we Read More...
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Why else do you think I sat behind you that day? The proximity just made it so much easier for my to implement the plan. With a few flicks of my wrist, the silver fountain pen spurted blobs of dark blue ink onto your brand new, fluorescent jacket - effectively Read More...
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Although my first couple of entries were as vague as I could make them, I want to try and remember as many details as I can about Sammy. Nothing about my Sammy Era was 'vague.' On the first day of ninth grade, after school had let out for the day, I met Read More...
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Ramona and Beatrice. James and the Giant Peach. The Twits. Wakadoo Zoo. Warm eyes. Silken hair. Gentle hands. A soft embrace. "But Miss Rhonda please! I don't WANT to be the Narrator! I want to be the Professor! How come Yousef gets to be the Professor? Read More...
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When you told them the cheaper version wouldn't do at all, that the touch would be too different for me to advance, they listened to you, and her purchase, now standing upright against the dark red wall, changed my life. Were you so patient because of Read More...
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You fit into the crook of my arms like no one since. You were such a small size for your age, and you could fold yourself into me and become nothing but big, swimming eyes in my lap. I think about your little heart and I wonder if you're still alive. Read More...
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