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DawnTired limbs draped languidly over cool sheets; soft hair brushing across my chest as she shifts in her sleep, sending me shivering and trembling in the darkness of our bedroom.Dawn


One A.M.One oclock in the morning.One A.M.
I blink, then look again, but there they areflashing green numbers on a black screen.
One oclock in the goddamn morning.
Looking away, I begin scanning the shapes on the ceilingthe spiky ones hiding in the molding, but am distracted by a white shape out of the corner of my eyean intruder to my line of sight. I jerk my head around to face it, every nerve on edge.
Its my hand. I was afraid of my hand. Thats at least as bad as being afraid of your shadow, Id guess.
Shaking my


Five's CompanyIts probably me, you know. Grinning, Jim squeezed the thigh of the girl on his lap, running the tip of his tongue along his teeth as she whispered in his ear.Five's Company
What is? The voice belonged to Nathan, who sat on a nearby crate, notebook in hand.
Im probably the crazy one, widening his vivid blue eyes, he grinned to the point that nearly every tooth in his mouth was visible. They say that one in every five young adults is crazy!
Thats mentally unstable, asshat. Jean snapped, righting her flat-top on

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"My soul flies erratically on the wings of what I would imagine is a feeble bipolarism. Not the all out kind. I've encountered that and I'm not that. However, something akin to that brushes past me in my quietest hours..."
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"My soul flies erratically on the wings of what I would imagine is a feeble bipolarism. Not the all out kind. I've encountered that and I'm not that. However, something akin to that brushes past me in my quietest hours..."
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