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Submitted to Contest #284
December 24th, 1998 Eveningtime at Nanaβs place carried a strange aroma. As far as I can recall, this was the first time I had noticed it. I was sitting in the damp grass of the backyard, exhausted after a laborious game of tag. Cool sweat rolled deliciously down the back of my neck. I pointed my small nose toward the stars, inhaling deep jugs of air and letting out cathartic sighs. It was a true-blue suburban Christmas, surrounded by family, cousins and all, with Christmas lights and a Christmas tree, crowned by a Christmas star. Christmas ...
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A nervous glance. An uncomfortable shift. A tentative smile, quickly but not-so-subtly wiped away by feigned interest in whatever we were just talking about. I live in fear of these things. Well...fear is a strong word, how about; dread. They manifest my uncontrollable desires, my urge for connection. But that's not what girls want. Girls want a man who's calm and composed, strong, yet kind, firm, yet soft, intelligent, yet humble. But how can I have those things? I can't, is the simple answer.Cassie is very beautiful; or at least I assume s...
I like writing, but have very little discipline. The solution? Short stories.
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