Rock a Sock_Osteoarthritis_What Is Freedom?_Midnight Diner
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Rock a Sock
Mabel remembered her very first new pair of socks. Most people would not have such an odd memory from their childhood but this occasion did not occur until she was six years old. Before this time she had always been given the hand me downs from her older siblings or ones purchased from Goodwill. She www.onedoor.cchad experienced many types of socks in those early years. There were the grayish ones that were once a nice white color. There were the holy ones that included holes in the toes and holes in the heels. There were knee socks and anklets, crew and tube, and one time she had heavy ski socks tha...
Osteoarthritis
To get to the very blank and very ominous page, it took exactly four clicks. First, he’d need to lift the top and press any key. As the screen lit up, he’d have to point the mouse at his name and his profile picture, set to a photo of the front of his house for a reason he decided not to ask his Granddaughter the Giver of the Laptop. Then, he’d have wait a few seconds for everything to order itself, render itself, snap into place from somewhere behind the screen. In the top right corner of the desktop, there was a file entitled Nana. All he had to do was click twice on its icon — a sheet of pa...
What Is Freedom?
"I am here under lock and key and the world looks down on me, so why do I not feel the chains."Jamie Wright was serving a ten year jail sentence. This was year number six. He looked around his cell. Just the bare necessities. He lay down on his bunk with fingers entwined behind his head.Seven years ago my life had been so different. There were parties and girls any time of the week. Always noise. Always busy wheeling and dealing. Always on the move. Lilly would get so annoyed with me when I was late and didn't even get to kiss the kids goodnight but there was always something to do or someon...
Midnight Diner
"Coffee, hon?""Please.""Looks like you’re having a rough night.""You could say that again, sweetheart.""How ‘bout I get you some pancakes and you tell me about it.""With bacon.""You got it hon. Now, tell me, who’s the dame?""What?""Well a guy like you, comes in here alone, chin to chest, ragged expression such as yours. Gotta be a dame.""Sorry toots, you're the only dame I've talked to all day.""Well, I can't be the problem. So, what is it? Tough day at the office? Big, bad boss coming down hard on you?""You could say that.""Looks like I'm doing all the saying. Why don't you tell me what's eat...