Voting #: 4106
Mary wept, arms around the lifeless body of Jonathan.
Family, friends called with sympathy, promising to dress in black on the fifth of December as well. They comforted her as she said one last goodbye, her tears weakened. The twitch of pale fingers in the casket haunted Mary for years.
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Confessions of a shopaholic at her worst
Voting #: 4107
My carrier was on my shoulders heavier than my ninety pound golden retriever.
My hair was tousled and wavy yet had a sense of "I am here." My outfit
was high school savvy with a touch of sophistication. It was time for my glamourous
new life as a mail woman.
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My carrier was on my shoulders heavier than my ninety pound golden retriever.
My hair was tousled and wavy yet had a sense of "I am here." My outfit
was high school savvy with a touch of sophistication. It was time for my glamourous
new life as a mail woman.
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A turn for the worst
Voting #: 4108
She was in a ditch faced down and not responding. The four wheeler took a sudden turn
down the road crushing and swallowing the land. I pulled over and raced towards
where my daughter was. I held her and prayed for a miracle. Everything went blank and
I woke up.
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She was in a ditch faced down and not responding. The four wheeler took a sudden turn
down the road crushing and swallowing the land. I pulled over and raced towards
where my daughter was. I held her and prayed for a miracle. Everything went blank and
I woke up.
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