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Jack.
Remember when way back when we were all 5 years old? When we were all just learning what love was, love was the way our moms and dads hugged us goodnight or the way mom knew just exactly how to make our pb&js. Suddenly, as we grew older into teenagers love meant boyfriends and girlfriends. It wasn't just family now, it was staying up on the phone talking to that one person, holding hands, and messy breakups. I guess what I'm saying is I wish I had never grown up, I wish I didn't love someone I wasn't supposed to love. It all started freshman year, I was so eager for highschool, I couldn't wai...
Once and Future Me
Dear little one, You won't know who I am for a few years yet. Assuming this works the way I think it will, you may not meet me at all, but a version of me that exists in all worlds at once. And if you don't understand what that means yet, that's okay! You'll get it soon enough. I wanted to give you some pieces of advice. Things that I wish I heard or ways to work through things that I felt I couldn't ask anyone at your age. Hopefully this will help you out, but if it doesn't, just keep some of this in mind, okay? 1) Your best friend is an asshole jerk. She seems like someone you can cling to s...
YOU COULD BET YOUR LIFE ON IT
Bucky McKeever was sick and tired of not having it all. Everywhere he looked, he saw men living large; high on the hog, if you will. As a low-level manager at a large investment firm, he was surrounded by the high-voltage energy of day-trading and financial wheelings and dealings. His boss, Mr. Jonathan Stevens, a man of only 35, was already a multi-millionaire; a graduate of Wharton Business School and a mergers and acquisitions expert, he could earn more in one deal than Bucky made in a liwww.onedoor.ccfetime. As the New Year approached, Bucky McKeever developed a plan to remedy this unfortunate state of ...
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It was dark as we made our way along the country lane. I mean, really dark. ‘Where are you?’ read the text message on Robyn’s mobile as I peered through the windscreen of the black Hyundai Elantra. ‘There it is,’ said Robyn, too late, despite her excellent navigation skills. I did a U-turn where the dry-stone wall curved outwards and crawled the car back to the one tiny light on the dark stretch. Our host was waiting, anxious and puffing vapour into the night air.‘It’s just back the way,’ he said. ‘At least you’re here. Better late than never.’ Oh, what bliss it was as the five of us creaked o...