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Last Sunday
Last Sunday she had come in with a stomach as big as five footballs blended together somehow. I usually have a problem recognizing people and remembering things about …
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Before it hit him
It is really hot. I can feel sweat seep out through every pore on my body. I cannot wait for us to finish. Well, I can, I don't have a choice, but if I could, I wo…
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Let us pray
It was already 9AM but my father did not show any signs of stopping soon. We are all hunched down in our tiny sitting room, praying. I am getting tired. Why do we have…
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Saxophone boys
I hate noise. I especially hate it when it is too close. I cover my ears with my pillow and turn over to ease the ringing in my ear. There is still noise; a piercing s…
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Broken china
Usually, my father would call me Chi or Chizzy. Or if he wanted to be playful, Chizzy Chi. That was why I knew something was off when I heard him shout my full name fr…
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That Tuesday
You are dancing in your "work clothes" in front of a mirror at 6am. ... you have to use your knees; in,out to make it clap You know that YouTube takes a lo…
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