Deep in the White House, maybe in a closet, the door is shut and barricaded from the inside by an armoire and a heavy sofa. To his left you might see a machine gun.
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I am on my dad’s computer scanning Craigslist and stressing over the purchase of a new bike, as I am adamant about getting one that doesn’t have a sloped bar, which is a trait of stereotypi...
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When my best friend walks a foot too close I flinch. That doesn’t feel right. Is it possible to walk upon the earth hand in hand, to rise up and touch stars that are just reachable, without ...
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It is 4:00 AM. Not quite, more like 4:02, or 4:05. But it doesn’t matter really, like how the virus will one day leave and we will still wash our hands every time we get home from the st...
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