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  1. CasualWanderer82
    Thank you @Modified Cub 💙
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    It's called foreplay. 😜
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    The room was all hum, flicker, and cold air that smelled like lemons and bleach. Lights with no color at all droned down on the bed. Machines spoke in steady, lit-up syllables, an electric language that promised order and offered no comfort. Weston lay in the middle of it, swallowed by tidy white gauze, tapes, a stiff blanket tucked too tight for the hot-blooded boy he'd been yesterday. A clear mask fogged with each shallow breath. Lines ran from his arms like pale vines while a monitor tra
  4. CasualWanderer82
    C'mon @Cane23 ...you KNOW it's coming.
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    The nerve!
  6. CasualWanderer82
    That's the Superbowl half-time teaser trailer!
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    One of my biggest inspirations for Daisy's character, for sure!
  8. CasualWanderer82
    And I love "ya'll" right back! ❤️
  9. CasualWanderer82
    I feel humbled by your words @Modified Cub 💙 DITH will be my longest project to date. I'm currently working on chapter 13 so I'd say we're halfway through the story at this point. Willow Creek's bunch will still be around for a while!
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    We embrace "comfortable silence" in our little book club @Okiegrad 💙
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    Such a beautiful analysis @austinbiguy and yes, any instance where a person chooses love over fear should be celebrated. ❤️
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    I bet chapter 3 will hit differently now, hum? 😜
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    "Sprite"

    CasualWanderer82 commented on CasualWanderer82's story chapter in "Sprite"

    Thank you for being patient @Jeff Burton buckle up!
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    "Sprite"

    CasualWanderer82 commented on CasualWanderer82's story chapter in "Sprite"

    Add a little sprinkle of the "Menendez Brothers" on top.
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    "Sprite"

    CasualWanderer82 commented on CasualWanderer82's story chapter in "Sprite"

    I've heard that before. For all the good reasons...😏
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    The party had ripened. Not the rowdy kind of ripeness, but that soft, unhurried bloom of Southern evenings when the heat finally lets go of your neck and the lemonade tastes more like mercy than sugar. Daisy's backyard was full, loud in the way families are loud, chairs dragged across dirt, spoons clinking against Tupperware, cousins hollering from opposite ends of the lawn like one of them had gone off to war. "Carla!" someone called, waving a spoon in the air. "You bring that sq
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    Game Over

    CasualWanderer82 commented on CasualWanderer82's story chapter in Game Over

    Thank you for taking the time to read it!
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    (Fourteen Years Earlier) Night pulled the house tight like a lid. From the hallway, a nightlight bled a square of lemon-yellow across the carpet, just enough to lift the brass keyhole of Joshua's door into a small, glittering eye. He lay on his back and counted the sounds that proved the world still existed: the refrigerator's throat catching and clearing, a car passing on the distant boulevard, a clock somewhere softly punching the seconds. He tried to stitch those sounds into a blank
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    Human experience is, at times. Thank you for reading @Jjeffalch 🙏
  20. CasualWanderer82
    I believe so, too.
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    I appreciate the kind words @austinbiguy!
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    Blake Buckley in a nutshell!
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    Some people don't get the previlege of having a "Daisy" in their lives.
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    (Bogalusa, 2004) There was a stillness to Bogalusa that didn't feel holy, the kind that settled like mold in the bones, that pressed down on skin like a slow rot. It was a town built on smoke and sawdust, where the pine mill coughed all day and the churches whispered all night, and nothing changed but the seasons and the faces buried in the red clay. Men sat in front of the feed store from sunup to dusk, speaking in quiet threats and spit. The women walked fast, eyes down, hands grippi
  25. CasualWanderer82
    As all mothers should.
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