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The new girl in the office. That was what I am. That was the reason why whispers could be heard behind my back. The veterans in the workplace cover their mouths with their hands and talk with hushed voices whenever I was around. The new girl in town. That's me! With even softer voices, whispers have been heard about the place I rented a mile away from the main road. The house was a little

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Addie stepped out of the tall building, where the workshop she attended was held. She pushed up the long sleeves of her black and cream striped top as the afternoon sun baked the city. Hurriedly, she crossed the pedestrian lane of the busy street. Wind chimes sounded over her head as she pushed open the glass door of the corner bookstore. Relief at the blast of cold air flooded through her. On

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He awoke suddenly, panting, with sweat running down his face. It was the same dream for the past three years. It was so vivid that he had to shake his head hard. The blinding headlights, the sound of the car connecting with her body, which was crushed and sandwiched between the dilapidated fruit stand and the bloody car, flashed before his mind's eye as he stood to get a glass of water. He

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"I see people differently, literally." He shifted in his seat, "Most of them, actually. There are very few who are the same inside and outside." She hoped she could witness what he means. She looked at Alex questioningly. He smiled at her, "Would you like to know if I see another person inside of you?" Liza shook her head. It's a creepy thought. "Walk with me.", he invited. The afternoon

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I was quietly reading a magazine when she approached me. The bride-to-be asked me to help her shop for bridesmaid dresses. I wanted to be of assistance. So, I took out my binder with notes of the shops and suppliers I visited when I got married years ago.  We met up at the old mall. Thinking she would be alone, I was surprised to see her with a couple of girls. Shrugging, I pulled

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I knew I was already married. But somehow, all that was left of that marriage was a toddler child. Everything was arranged for me and soon, I was married to another guy I barely knew. Maybe my family knew him. My heart was pounding at the thought of lying down with a strange man that night. My little one kept distracting me, though. She was wide awake and active, climbing on top of me and

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Questions and objectives clung to her mind like the mud and dried leaves did to her shoes. She needed to get to her children as fast as was possible. Who were taking care of them while she's away? Why was she away in the first place? There's a metal footbridge ahead that she knew she needed to cross. Time was of the essence. Power walking, she got sidetracked by something off to the side. There

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Deeper and deeper into The hole of guilt you're digging Deeper and deeper into My thoughts it's sinking Your feelings of anger At my wrists keep slashing Your words of poison Make my insides start melting Each time my apologies neglected Each time my spirit is dying Like the retreating waves Far from you my love is going But you're like the shore To whom the waves are returning

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Dear Diary, You know that I have been living here in Sheetrock Hills since forever and that Manny and I have know each other even when we were still small. I have always imagined him being my prince. Now that we're all grown up and have businesses of our own, I wonder when he will notice me. I mean, really notice me, not just as a friend or a supplier. Didn't he ever wonder why I don't let him

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'Their relationship is going into a year, now', she suddenly realized. No matter how she discouraged Gregory, her son was still going steady with that girl. 'Argh!' She's just an average little wretch, nothing compared to her family's status. She couldn't, for the life of her imagine what made Gregory fall so deeply in love with that witch. Had she poisoned her sons's mind? It is likely! "What do

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It was a nice night for a leisurely walk, but he wouldn't even hold her hand. She could hear another piece of her heart breaking off. Sure, they had a delicious dinner of pizza and pasta, but they didn't talk much. He doesn't even want to maintain eye contact with her. After a shower she couldn't really enjoy, she curled up on the arm chair beside their king-sized bed, her pen poised above her

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