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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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Being a college graduate sucks. It does. Four years of learning fly by and the next second, you’re kicked out the door like a cheap prostitute, ass on the pavement, paid half of what you rightfully earned.
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A short play based on college life.
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Memoir: 8 1/2 characters with dissociative-identity-disorder.
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A sweet fog rises to the rafters. Inhale.
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The crumbling meccas/
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I had the day off so I decided to do some fishing, browsing for new writers at the fish tanks, book shelves filled with American Literature and I began near Zelazny, trolling backwards with an eye out, hunting, hoping to find a buried treasure in an unsun
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