Sleepovers II

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Paris, 1998  By the time they left the club, the metros had shut down for the evening and a soft rain had begun to fall. The decided to hop into a taxi passing down Rue de Rivoli.  He had been watching her dance inside La Scala with a group of her friends for quite some time. It wasn’t until she elevated herself onto a tall stage block to dance that she noticed him seated in a booth along the perimeter, though. They maintained eye contact until she finally came down. They went straight for one another. There were coy introductions and the false modesty. The minor language barrier didn’t deter them. They alternated between being on the dance floor and kissing in … Read More

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This Little Light of Mine

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…let it shine, let it shine. Made it to the end of the week. I had insomnia every.single.night. this past week! I do not recommend it; it kinda makes you hate things, and people, and light. I woke this morning and promised myself if I made it through my entire to-do list, I would treat myself to a glass of champagne. I write this post from the other side of halfway through the second. Throw a girl a bone. I am always honest. There are a lot of things i dislike in my mind, but on the other side of having accomplished them, I’m excited. I try to remind myself of this when I start over-thinking. Like writing this blogpost, … Read More

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Camden House

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[One of my places. One of my very short stories.] This is the tiny grey home, with its crooked concrete steps and gravel driveway. At the end of the street, we are the dead-end straddling the railroad tracks.                                                                                                                                                                     … Read More

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