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Papers fluttered in the breeze. magazines stirred from their place cast upon the sidewalk. Everyone was gone, the only trace we’d ever been was in the vivid pictures.
» Posted By LittleMoth On 08.29.2012 @ 11:39 am
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I just couldn’t. My head filled with useless excuses as to why I had to refuse. It was the job I’d always hoped for, but also hoped I wouldn’t have to chose. I’d first dreamed about working with the president when I was 14, but I had a family now.
» Posted By LittleMoth On 08.27.2012 @ 6:21 pm