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It was a long night, and really he had no idea how he got there. Angrily he swatted at a mosquito, a sigh escaped his lips. This was supposed to be an adventure not a chance for first hand experience with malaria.

» Posted By CrandberryTea On 02.07.2016 @ 12:53 pm


The sweater was worn and scratchy. I hated it, an old gift that my mother insisted I wore, so as not to offend someone. I had hidden it away in the back of my closet, succesfully making sure I never had to wear it again.

» Posted By crandberrytea On 10.25.2015 @ 2:14 pm

The sweater was an itchy old magenta thing. The sleeves worn and tattered, the color faded after many years used. It smelt old, and of moth balls. I had buried it in my closet years ago, claiming that I had lost it so I wouldn’t have to wear it anymore.

» Posted By crandberrytea On 10.25.2015 @ 1:08 pm

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