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Melissa Condon
- Chicago
- Last Record: 2013-03-28 22:02:53 -0400
- Joined: Jul 19, 2011
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Her inbox pinged and chimed with each new email, but she didn’t want the forwards, Groupons, or spam. She longed for a letter, preferably snail mail, and not another pyramid scam. |
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We could rewrite this, clear our history with the click of a backspace, the swipe of an eraser on a whiteboard.
We could, so easily; we cou... |
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Cold, icy rain falls. I hold my umbrella up so I can feel it. |
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No one was sadder about the left shoe stranded in the middle of the highway than the right shoe that will never see it again. |
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