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Purple Park

I have the Purple Park for myself and it's all thanks to Miss Alta.

I have the Purple Park for myself and it’s all thanks to Miss Alta. The grass here is purple, hence the name, and it’s as comfy to lie on as a Monday morning bed; like there is an extra incentive for you not to get up, stay for the whole day. The grass doesn’t give […]

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Breaking News

Today’s news was good. It really was.

“The President has arrived at the Peace Summit, and now she’s passing through the front gate,” the dashing Lenny Arn is reporting with a cheering crowd behind him as three United Nations officials are escorting the President. Lenny continues, “189 world leaders gathered inside the building and the peace talks will be held shortly. We […]

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The Math Teacher

“I’ll tell him when it’s time.”

“His math is getting better,” Finn pointed out, “you taught him well.” Vinka pours more wine into her glass, “Least I can do.” “Pfft, yeah right.” “C’mon, Finn. We’re not talking about this again.” “I wasn’t going to, I was just telling you I noticed his math is getting better. But you’re drinking my hard-earned […]

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We’re Both Liars

“Oh, I’m a good liar — and so are you.”

Tonight is Bonita and Gema’s third date. Their second was two weeks ago. She’s busy with her study and he’s busy with his work, but both managed to carve up some time from their tight schedule today. Both left early from their appointments and made a conscious decision to go somewhere near Bonita’s dorm. That […]

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Sisy, For Lack of A Better Word

“I am asking you not to misuse your eternity.”

“Finally,” said he; his eyes set upon a vast landscape so immensely captivating that a wild thought slipped and emerges in him, trying to convince himself that even though he may not find what he’s searching for, this landscape might as well be worth his journey. In an instant, he rejects such idea that he […]

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My Confidante

Kathryn thinks it’s fine if Dante knows too much. It’s not like he can tell on me.

“Cat, any plan this Saturday?” Annie asked me. They called me Cat in the office, a typical and ordinary nickname if your name is Kathryn. Or Catelyn. Or Catherine. Or…you get what I’m trying to say. I don’t hate that nickname – sick of it, probably, but it’s not a big deal. The irony, though. […]

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