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I remember the rustling crunch of dried leaves beneath my feet as I walked to school in the autumn of 1994. Their spectrum of color ranged from the lightest banana yellow to blood red and cracked dry mud brown. The air was brisk but comfortable and the smell… fresh with a dash of decaying plant life. As a sure sign of the coming winter, trees released what seemed to be a never-ending barrage of leaves, which floated to the ground as gracefully as a ballerina’s dance. The effect was like that of a rain shower, only dry. It took fifty minu...
My lust for life died with her. There was one empty room in our home. We never decided what we were going to do with it. Her things… that’s what I’ll do. I’ll put all her things in the room. Piece by piece…only what I can handle. It had been a whole year, and I still couldn’t breathe when I thought about her. The park we used to picnic in before… grass so lush you could sleep on it… so green that it ...
“Damn Grizzy, nice digs! But why did you have to move an hour away?” I asked. “Just look around. That oughta answer your question,” he replied. “I forgot my laptop at home and I am technically supposed to be working right now. My boss is expecting me to have a rough draft of a proposal to buy a local chain by Monday. I haven’t even started it yet.” “You’ve got three days, just lock yourself away tonight and slave through the weekend to get it done. You're the invincible Itzkowitz, you’ve got this!” “Come sundo...
      “I dare you to steal Mr. Schwartz’s medication,” Miguel said.            “What are they for?” I asked.            He said he didn’t know.            “Nevermind. Let’s do truth instead,” I demanded.            “Too late. I already gave you the dare. You can’t change it now,” he stated with a grin. It seemed like a fun enough prank. So I took the pills out of his drawer and shoved...
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