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Boston, Ma
Joined September 2008
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15 years
Alex stared blankly at the tangle of cat-5 cable. "It's like seeing animal shapes in clouds" he thought to himself. Today... he saw trouble.
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The small boy tapped the glass jar impatiently. "Why won't it move?" he exclaimed. His attention waned so he left the room. The spider wept.
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15 years
For some, it is a triumph. For others, a moment of despair. There are few experiences in life that are as dissonant as this. E-mail inbox: 0
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17 years
Andy clicked the Send button and sat up to get a fresh cup of coffee. Dark Roast or Morning Blend? Today, there would be no easy decisions.
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17 years
She wiped away the tears and finished filling the rusty watering can. Tending to the garden always allowed her mind to wander to better days
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17 years
Most people don't understand the work that goes into making a map. Nicholas labored when drawing a coastline, but he loved the compass rose.
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The food was put in front of him as his burly fingers fumbled with the chopsticks. He made two attempts to grab the sushi before spearing it
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The hull shook violently. "I guess that was the last of our outer shields" The Captain remarked. "So, who wants to push the big red button?"
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17 years
His bag split open. Pencils and paper cascaded down the sidewalk. As he bent down to collect them he saw bright red shoes. A happy accident.
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The second scoop was applied with grace. The subtle art of stacking ice cream is rarely appreciated, especially when it lands on your shoes.
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17 years
Nothing important ever happened on Vine St., until one sunny afternoon when a squirrel crossed the road and was run over by a flying saucer.
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17 years
She leaves the dive bar and stumbles to her car. "There probably shouldn't be a body here." If only this wasn't the opening to a CSI episode
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17 years
I awoke with a start. What time is it? What day is it? I check my watch, then realize that I don't wear a watch. The bottle of vodka smiles.
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