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Do not complain

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Do not complain

 

 

I decided not to complain too much because I was already complaining about the food. I didn't want to seem like a spoiled child.

 

 

Dare to live 1(5)

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Dare to live 1(5)

 

 

If I had a rupture, I wouldn't be able to work in the weight room for months and not be allowed to play in the basketball game. With it being now the middle of October, it meant I'll be back in New Year if I was lucky.

Summer with Kenzie

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Summer with Kenzie

 

 

We were a pack of four. Linda, Amy, Ozzy, and I - BK, pronounced as beh-kah, an abbreviation for Bernard Kurt. Two girls and two boys. We were friends, not boyfriends and girlfriends. Just friends.

Tux

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Tux

Kirk and I were friends.  The only friends the two of us had.  There was my sis Liz and her BFF Ashley.  But hey, they're girls.  Can you be friends with girls who recognize cars only by their color?  No, you can't.

Friend for Alice 3

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Supplement 3 - Agreement
 
“It’s like balancing over a thin line. Feminine inside and not masculine outside. Like tomboy. No obligations. But then puberty will come. It always comes. And that thin line becomes a razorblade. It will cut you in half.”

Friend for Alice 2

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Supplement 2 - Alice's Prom
 
“What she had glued on you?” Steve asked.
“Falsies. Breasts.” I replied.
“Where?”
“Here, on my chest,” I pointed to my chest.
Steve gaped at me for a while.
“These are pimples,” he said at last.

Door in the mirror - A sequel

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Years ago, I’d found a door on the blind wall on Elm street while in a traffic jam. There was no door really. It was only visible in the mirror. I could see and feel it, only while I was turned away from it. I tried the door and opened it into a world where I was a girl ten years younger than I was in my own world. I panicked then, and returned to my own world that same day.

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