May 2013
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I’d had enough. The river whispered “Come in” to me with each wave that slid on the plastic-bottle-covered sand. My right foot felt a stroke of fresh air as I took my other dirty vans off. I stayed seated for a few seconds while I took my last drags off of my cigarette and reminded myself for the last time why I was doing what I was about to do.
It’s not like I could point out something...
April 2013
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February 2013
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December 2012
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November 2012
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