Home and Away_A Clutter of Cadillacs_The Club Florist_Lack Of Context
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Home and Away
I've lived the better part of my life in Australia, Dorothea Mckellar’s much-lauded sunburnt country. From an age when my skin was considered sunkissed and not wrinkled. My face now resembles a texture closer to worn leather, closer to pension age, I am ‘too far from Australian?’ It was an internal conflict, externally broadcast. It would seem that I had contradicted every notion of appropriate contemplation expected from me by strangers and friends alike. I had never thought myself to be nationalistic, not even a patriot. Surely a lifetime away and the red soil had tinged the souls of my feet...
A Clutter of Cadillacs
Arnold Webster’s love affair was impossible to have kept clandestine. Some people might lust after, or even surreptitiously maintain, a single sleek and sporty model under cover in a hiwww.onedoor.ccdeaway somewhere – most reasonable inpiduals being content to toy with just one, or, at least, one at a time – but Arnold’s obsession ran to variety. And the parade of illicit love-objects that sullied his otherwise sterling character were alluring and seductive. His inamoratas were also flamboyant and beguiling temptresses that had once epitomized the American Dream.So, before long, the whole neighborhood came ...
The Club Florist
A woman is in a club and her role is to bring flowers or arrange to have them at different events. She goes to a store to buy flowers to bring them to another member that is hosting this month’s book club. She looks around the store at the different arrangements and decides to buy a spring bouquet in a pretty bowl decorated with flowers.During a meeting break another member approaches the woman and asks her what it is like to be the club florist as she is considering the role for the upcoming year. The woman says, “It is one of the best roles you can have. You also learn a lot about flowers. T...
Lack Of Context
I never honestly prayed before, but I always had this small belief that someone existed up there, someone who controlled us or at least could control us; that thought lead me to have my first conversation with GOD. I mean I did all the talking, I wouldn't know if he responded. Anirudh texted me after a week. I'm surprised how he texts me even after I repeatedly ignore him. I mean.....I love him, I want to talk to him, I want to meet him, and I probably can but I choose not to because 12th grade is really crucial to get into med school and I can't afforde to get used to ...