“Do you believe in the afterlife? Or maybe reincarnation?” Ezra was thoughtful as he played with a straw and chewed it contemplatively.
“Don’t ask me things like that first thing in the morning, Ezra. I’m not in the mood for deep thinking today.”
“But I want to know. It’s important.”
“For fuck’s sake, why? Stop acting like a...
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Ezra took her to a bar on Shady Street. It was surprisingly quiet, but then again, it was a Wednesday night and one would expect the night scene on a Wednesday night to be pretty dead and unencumbered. They placed themselves in a corner booth for two, instead of at the bar, because there was...
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“POETRY READING
22.30 p.m. Wednesdays
Compare yourself with characters of calibre.
Let your strength shine through. Join us.”
“Hmm, interesting,” she mused to herself as she read the notice. Taking a step backward, she glanced critically at the tall, red-brick building with green moss growing on its walls. Some parts of the building, like that little ledge just...
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By the River she sits and lets the cold, ice water wash away her every sorrow of the magnified world in the form of tears; they are tiny silver droplets which catch their pleasing light from the sun; they change colours as quickly as a chameleon does: the tears ease their way slowly down her...
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