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I was hoping I wouldn't have to write this post this year. Oh, the optimism of youth. How wrong I was! Growth. Fourth weekend I saw him again: the lowest piece of slime. This year he had a super long pipe. Mr. Pretty-And-I-Know-It is now over compensating for something. I knew if I engaged with him it wouldn't be pretty. I pointed him out to another riddler letting them know I'm going to sit back for a bit, because if I riddle for this guy, it's not going to end well.
By Tinka Boudit She/HerExclusive • 4 years ago
‘Wake up sir. Time for your sonic shower.” “Go away Rosie,” I muttered with a glower. “Curtains translucent,” her tinny reply.
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A new day passes, sun setting, the night sky radiant in its colours, She quietly watches, Silently contemplating, As the world spins on its axis.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 days ago in Poets
My annus horribilis Rushing to get my six-and-a-half-year-old daughter ready, I grabbed our coats; we were meeting a friend and her thirteen-year-old twins for a lunch and cinema date.
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