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Since he had nothing important to do on such a cool and tranquil Saturday, Leo found himself in the perfect mood. He grabbed his notebook and left his house. The eighteen-year-old high school senior didn't have many friends to begin with, but it didn't bother him very much. He always enjoyed being alone. Being an aspiring writer in his spare time helped in s...
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"I'm going to go shovel our cars out of the snow, before we get trapped here." "George, its five thirty. Come back to bed." "It snowed another forty centimeters in the last hour on top of the eighty already there, and the snow isn't letting up." "There are worse things than being trapped with you, and the sun isn't even up yet." "Come on, a shovel isn't...
1972 - in upstate New York *** "You should leave, Timmy" Mr. Duke said as I stood before him, my knees shaking so badly and my head spinning so much that it was a wonder that I was able to remain standing. I couldn't leave, and it wasn't because my Science teacher had a hold of my belt, because I wanted to be there more than anything. After all, this is w...
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