

Unfortunate NormalcyUNFORTUNATE NORMALCY May 31, 2006Unfortunate Normalcy
They sat across the table from one another. The cups of coffee still steamed, bittersweet, between them.
She was in her bathrobe, a fuzzy, ugly, pink thing that he’d bought for their first or second anniversary. Really, she hated it. Pink wasn’t her preference. She had wanted the green, but he’d decided on this monstrosity. But that was years ago and she’d grown into the habit of wearing it.
He was already dressed. His suit was perfect, neat and organized. Just like he was. He wore the tie their kids had given him for his birthday a couple years before. &nbs
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The city is afraid of me. I've seen its true face.
Contests are cool.
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A writer that calls herself a twit is still a twit.
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The city is afraid of me. I've seen its true face.
Contests are cool.
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