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Friday, April 28, 2017
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they found one of my buttons in his truck

I am articulate. Words flow with ease, especially when I am upset. I have even I talked my way out of a rape.

I had walked home from the university, my arms filled with books and turned to walk towards the house I shared with four other girls. I barely glanced at the pick-up truck parked right in front of our sidewalk. A tall, athletic young man poked his head from under the opened hood and called out.

"Would you mind giving me a hand? I need someone to turn the key while I attach some wires together."

I considered dropping off my books inside...
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SHORT SHRIFT DEMENTIA. riginal.

Sat slumped. Head on chest. Halfhearted arthritic shaking remnant of a skilled surgeon's hand fused by scrambled cognitive. A random action, a dying reversal...

DEVIL IN THE DERAIL. RIGINAL.

...kicked the Harley in the guts, no leathers, raucous, guy's nuts!

Crankcase leak, just a smidgin, raw cuss from the burnt exhaust...frights pigeons.

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Do we ever really lose or is it our choices that need adjustment? Or am I an eternal idealistic optimist? That could be, but I am unlikely to change. I am what I am.

I would of lost...

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