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“I HEARD THAT!” She then replied to him: “I DON’T CARE!”

This was a conversation I heard and witnessed amongst a couple. The more I think about it, the more I realize how amusingly awesome her “I DON’T CARE!” response is.  It’s like one-upping a one up. Also fascinating how his … Continue reading

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At a Vintage Thrift Shop

A hanger (slid and shoved along against the round clothes rack) sounds the shrill indelible noise from pushed aside garment that failed to attract. It agreed (yet struggles) with inertia; There’s a chance to make and hug a new and … Continue reading

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And yet he kept insisting that they were NOT lost.

“So where is this museum you promised to take me to? I thought you said you’d be showing me some works of art.” Sensing her frustration,  he replied “You really wanna see a work of art? Well guess what? You’re … Continue reading

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“…As soon as she found out, things went downhill for him. DOOOWWWWNHIIIIIILLLLLL…”

That’s what i overheard from one random passerby as she talked to her friend. The latter way she said downhill really echoed deeply. Steep, ow-sounding painful; that stretched ill within downhill hinting continual sickness. Colorful in the sense that it … Continue reading

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From True Love to Fake Hate

That phrase “true love” implies the existence of false love, true hate, and false (or fake) hate. The latter’s got to be one of the more fascinating, role-playingly intense of the four.

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