bad relationships
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I broke my pinky finger once. I didn’t break the bone, but I tore a ligament pretty badly which required me to wear a splint on for a few weeks. It happened when I was back in college, working full time as a night-shift janitor. I was sleep deprived, and distracted because my on-again-off-again boyfriend
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We would be eating pie right now. That’s the kind of couple we were. Snipping like grandparents, teasing like kids. Sharing and stealing our slices in turn. That old Village Inn, with its peeling paint and faded sign, Has been replaced by a pizza joint. But that’s what memories do- Change. Four years ago we
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When I hear certain songs I think of him. We all have songs like that. Something about the way the lyrics squeezes your chest hurts in a good way. The memories of good times and bad rush together. Sometimes the scenes play like a fast forward movie, and other times there is only an overwhelming
Bringing Mae Flowers 