. And it was funny really, because at these dinners, every time my dad would reach for his glass or spoon or even the salt, I found myself, after a while, I admit, unable to not drop my fork or spoon on my plate and shoot a hand up over my face, in a feeble type of protective measure and assume this strange type of...
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As I walked out of the bathroom and over to the expectedly unsympathetic looking bed and began shakily taking off my street clothes before taking the walk down the hall to the surgical suite where I knew all too well the hoIlowing, unyielding post operative pain that waited for me when I was wheeled out, I wisely put ALL my money on "faith", because, quite...
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Your friends quiet, she said again. Believe me, I more than got what she was getting at and we started to actually hustle, in a way, back towards the apartment. I knew exactly what she was getting at. Believe you me.

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He was the kind of friend that was fun and had a great place that we could all hang out at, and was always up for anything and knew tons of people and everything but hes certainly not the type you would sit down and have a heart-to-heart with, if you catch my drift. He just wasnt the type you could depend on in certain...
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Her story was just so harrowing and so totally "hand-pressed-over-your-mouth" awful that the grizzled 30+ year-ers, in their usual spots in the front row, whose lives all "give legs" to the cliches "act in haste-regret at leisure" and "you can't unring a bell", and who HAD truely, up to this very point, heard it all, stopped mid sip and sat, frozen, over their coffees...After 45...
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Sitting so close to your computer screen that it fills your whole entire view and you can feel the static on your nose is an abusable escape.

But...