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My stories

A little Life

Up down, like inside out, like all the other moments that had come and gone. He felt as if there was a string he needed to pull or a button that needed pressing, so the whole would continue.

Loser

‘You are nothing,’ the man shouted. There was a panicked notion to his voice as he repeated himself, voice pitching and almost keeling over.

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The German. (excerpt)

'My girlfriend left me and I was lovesick and heart broken just the way Hank Williams would describe it, I looked at the desert and that was when I thought it to be a good place to go.'

Foreign Policy

Inside you could use speech at a hushed pace, if it would go over a certain decibel level the alarm above the table would sound and they, and he pointed at them, would be asked to leave. They said they needed a moment, looked up seeing a small white box installed right above their conversation which would monitor decibels perhaps contents of conversation in the process.

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