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Over The Edge
“You dropped him home?”“Yes.”“Good! He’s a trouble causer. Pete is just a trouble causer.”“He was just drunk. That’s all.”“Aggressive. I think he started the fight. I can’t believe he hit his wife.”“Well, how do you except he’d react – when he sees Eliza flouncing in to Carrie’s wedding reception, hanging on to the arm of some other bloke?”“I think they’re headed for Splits-Ville.”“Fat chance. He owns part of her estate. If they decide to break up, they’ll have to split that property, and neither wants to give the other even an inch of it.”“What a mess. Mike, who invited either of them to the ...
The All-Shtar
“Sally was perfect, and shince she was perfect, she couldn’t be anything lesh.”“You’re over-correcting Toby. Remember, go slowly. You get the shh sound by bringing your tongue back and the ss sound by bringing it forward. Let’s try the sentence one more time.”“Okay, Sally was perfect and… since… she was perfect, she couldn’t be anything less. Better?”“Much better. www.onedoor.ccSo, now that the exercises are done, let’s just talk and I’ll see what else we can work on before we finish for the day.”“Shure-sure, what is new with you?”“Well, my sister just got proposed to, and I need to go celebrate with her.”...
Old School Instagram
You stow the Polaroid in the icebox because that's the only way a moment remains frozen in time. Pardon the cliche, Richie. I know how much you hate those, but you understand, don't you?The logical explanation is this: wedged between black-eyed peas (defrosted thrice for a purple cheek on different occasions) and the neglected backside of the freezer (where fantastical stalagmites encroach tater tots) you preserve a memory.Richie, if you'd wear your parka you wouldn't catch a cold and you wouldn't need a cast on your right arm. Your father wouldn't have lost his mind buying you medicine with h...
Si Vis Amari, Ama
The gun glimmered menacingly under the low tungsten lights. Vic just stood afar, staring at us with her dull, piercing hazel eyes."Make your choice," she said, now rhythmically tapping the nose of the gun on her hand, which made me wince.I glanced at the others in hopes someone would give me a look of reassurance, that none of this is truly happening. That I'm not seeing Vic with her finger resting on the trigger.But no one has looked away from her. Their eyes were darting back and forth on the gun and the three crimson red envelopes propped up inside the glass box. We were all frozen still.Fo...