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She sat there at the computer but nothing would flow from her fingers. It was like her brain was on a stall. No thoughts, no dreams, no images. Nothing. She couldn't even think of a silly Dr. Suess rhyme to type up. She was useless as a writer.
She knew she needed to lose weight and she knew that the dietary guidelines required her to stick to a certain caloric intake but she would be damned if she was NOT going to have a piece of that chocolate cake today, and now because it was too tempting to just walk away.
He was as excited as a drunken sailor on leave. Evan ran towards home like his life depended on it. He had to her how much he loved her and how much he needed her and he needed her to know this yesterday. Hopefully, it wasn't too late.
"Hand me a bottle of water, Jeff?" asked Mark.
Mark took a swig and then spit it out.
"What is this? It taste like you washed 400 pairs of athletic feet in this?"
Jeff said, "It's mineral water. The finest in the area."
"The finest in the area. Well, that must be the crappiest area within 500 miles."
The words flowed from her hands. She wrote and wrote as if she were playing a concerto on a piano. She couldn't stop. It was as if all the emotions were pouring from her fingertips to the paper and she refused to cease this freedom from happening.
She ran through the fields laughing with a school kid's glee. She was euphoric. Her aura was a rainbow of colors, a kaleidoscope of flavors and she loved every moment of freedom that she had.
The ran through the doors of the shopping mart like they were being chased by bulls. Karen grabbed any item that she felt would make the list - - skirts, shirts, vibrators, bean bags. Hell, it was a 69% clearance and she had to do what she could.
The teacher droned on in metered tones discussing the fine differences between european coffee and Colombian coffee, as if any one cared. It was a history class for goodness sakes, not a guide to fine dining class for old farts.
He ran through the forest ducking tree branches and trying to evade the briars that seemed to cover the forest floor. He knew he had to get away from the group and avoid being captured. He didn't want to be another memory, another thought that disappeared.
She laughed as the morning announcements were read. Parrot High School Election-o'rama. It was a parody to the Daily Show with John Stewart but this time they were talking about the student government presidential elections. And they were talking about her nemesis. . . that bitch, Kelly McGarrity.
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