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father when his life becomes like that of the desolate comedy he so enjoys. From her importing a Dictaphone to collect his narrative and his absurd response of “Yes, dear- if you like” and his final joke of having a song that tells his loved ones to “fuck off” at his funeral. The series of events that unfolded around his death seemed like it was out of an episode of a bleak British comedy series. Smith shrewdly uses strong imagery and colorful descriptions that add to the durability of the…

It was precisely thirteen minutes into the lesson when someone pulled open the door. I didn't move my body in anyway, but I did move my eyes so that I could see just who it was that was now in the doorway. A boy with chestnut brown hair in an anime boy hair cut, a tan that looked a little darker than most, army tags around his neck, a sleepy look that made him seem like he had pulled an all-nighter for an exam and a red and black flannel shirt that was inside out, stood in the doorway scanning…

“I can’t believe you mistook a crush for intense hatred, what the fuck Scarlett? Maison sighed, shaking his head “I thought the heart palpitations were from rage.” I said sheepishly trying to defend myself. “Yeah, well you’re a fucking idiot, you might be smart but your common sense is truly lacking. Mistaking the crush on your roommate for abhorrence” “Alright alright, enough of your big words, can’t we just agree that i have a no common sense and no idea how to deal with this huge…

On 1/1/2018, I was dispatched and responded to 7426 Candlelight Court reference to criminal mischief to a vehicle. Upon arrival, I met with the complainant, Corina Goss. Goss advised she parked her 2015 Hunyadi four door bearing Florida license plate #BLNDBMR in front of her residence on 12/31/2017 at approximately 8:05PM. Goss stated that a friend arrived at her house on 1/1/2018 at approximately 10:30AM and advised her that all four tires on her vehicle were flat. Goss stated that she did…

felt that I could trust Drill Sergeant Ross not tell anyone; and although he didn’t give me much advice, it felt good to talk to someone. Ross wanted to know if I planned on staying at camp, so I told him don’t worry, “you still have twenty- three fuck boys to deal with.” ****…

Vehicle, Beast Now this gave me some thinking to do. No Mini-Con, to small. Vehicle, to normal. Merger? You mean like a fusion? To weird. But Beast spoke out to me. I tapped it. Please select being: Animal, Monster, Sharkicon, and a whole lot more. ...Fuck it. Monster. Please Choose rank: Prime, Solder, Citizen {Because God chose you to be the MC} I looked at it. My dream came true! I chose, Prime. You will become a Prime later in life. Now, please think of a name: hmm, all the cool ones…

society in general deteriorate. While on the sixth ward David writes, “But I can't get used to the lack of love and warmth and tenderness. That's the big turn-off and that must be the biggest single obstacle to recovery for everybody here. Nobody gives a fuck. I read Camus and support his isolation first-hand. No one can share my suffering. I can't share theirs.” He seldom reports any worker showing him any kindness asides from the graze of possible sympathy at the end of his journal in which…

as primitive and the white superiority.A ‘relationship’ with a white man was a technique of protection as it was in the form of a job,Sophie’s description of her relationship with engineer would seem inappropriate and crude as she sates ‘Fuck this country and fuck him.It makes me sick when I think of all time I’ve been going with the uncircumcised sod and what have I made out of it?’ but it is misunderstood as a black women had to ‘obey’ and had no control and rights over the…

When I was drowning, I never felt more alive. Gods, I can’t really explain it. Not in a way anyone else would understand. But here. Imagine this: you’re a bird and when you’re flying is the only time you’ve ever felt safe, only for your wings to be ripped off suddenly, without care. In free fall, you shiver and scream in fear—but adrenaline rushes through your veins like it hasn’t in years. Suddenly, you’re addicted to this feeling of helplessness. Suddenly, you’re okay with dying, if only…

"Hey! You little twat. What do you want?" my brother rudely yells. "Where the hell is my Ipod?"I retort. "How would I know where it is?" "Because you take my things all the time. Just give it back please." "Harry,I don't have your Ipod." "Fuck you." I storm up the stairs and into my room. Louis' POV Harry goes leaves the room and I turn to Jacob. "What the heck ? Why didn't you give him his Ipod?" I whisper shout. "What's got your knickers in a twist?" "You can't just keep the…