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My eyes are closed.
The rhythm of the bus is slowly lulling me to sleep. It’s cool onboard, which is surprising…
My mother says her favorite place in the world is her backyard. I never understood that until I bought my house.
I was in the middle of sipping my Bloody Mary when he approached me.
“That’s so funny,” The ginger-haired young man suddenly interjected, while I was mid-sentence to my friend Katie.