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Rosey streaks through the city, dragging a flooded umbrella.
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“This is a Kneeling Bus.” They’re all kneeling buses, why do they even have to say that? Almost every person gets off in the front now when it says it even says right on the bus to please move to the back and exit from the rear side doors. I hate having t
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The wind was rushing through the island like a comb gliding through thick, and dense hair.A dark flash striking the ocean with amazing speed. The ocean was fighting within itself. The waves pushed and pulled, creating white caps that went past the city.
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The TV was giving the cat company. The voice of the anchorman set the tone for the mellow, yellow lights hanging all along the ceiling. It was barely enough light to walk, but just enough light to sit and talk. She set her laptop on the desk in front of her after the…
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Only early June, but the heat feels like August. Eleanor and Shelby sit on the front steps of the old Victorian-style house in downtown Los Angeles, drinking homemade margaritas and watching the daylight drain away to dusk. Shelby slaps a mosquito away fr
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It wasn't raining, and I wasn't in Paris. The moon wasn't out, and I couldn't see the city lights. It was a sunny Saturday, not too hot but hot enough, and I wondered if my bike would fall over …
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The weather is chilly here in discomfort The goose bumps raise their black flags I've never peered through domes of eternal bliss Those sleek enough, slide past me I seek the empty company in brown plastic bags, With only a few holes and a branded…
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He went to sleep that night with one thought. He said it aloud, to make sure the island heard as well. Cuddled into his tarp and weeds, he whispered, "When you need me, I'll be ready."
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The rusted bars were bent for six memorable hours The beauty flew out, fast as she could To accompany city beasts with enthralling smiles anchored end to end After hefty storytelling of an Indian and Whiteman, The night fell victim to the sharp,…
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Neither did his monitors show him the jumping figure of Chauffeur Ganpatrao Sadashivrao Dhamdhere - or simply Rao Dada as everyone called him – load all these into the ‘Dicky’ (or trunk as the Americans referred to it) of the gleaming white and lovingly p
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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When they talk, they put their hands
like a cup around their mouth
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