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Time
ticks on
and I've never been alone for quite this long
I
am sure
if you were here you'd be beside me at this door
You
and me
you know I thought that'd be the story that we'd leave
And then
times changed
and now I know, my love, I'll never be the same
You were my one desire
my only hope, my only dream
You did my heart inspire
and thus your life will be my theme
Now
then dear
you were not perfect let's just make that nice and clear
But
once again
You were my first, my last, and to be frank, my only friend
I will love you forever
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Fifty Weeks at Freddy's: Chapter Three
Chapter Three: Second Night
September 11th, 2017
10:00 PM
Jason drummed his fingers as he sat behind his desk. He had plans. Every night from now till he got fired, he would sit in this chair and flip through the cameras until he somehow triggered that tenth camera, fiddle with the coding so it would record, and finally go out to that yellow bear and snap a selfie, thus having proof beyond a doubt that he had been lied to.
It was not a bad plan in the least, except that not five minutes later, while Jason was still furiously flipping, there was a knock at his door.
He was startled into politeness. “Come in?” No one had ever kno
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Sad Cafe
Our scene starts in bleak October. Of course, in the Northwest, all months are bleak, save the last week of August. Andrew was waiting patiently for his best friend Charlie to come back. He'd been gone for fifteen minutes, but it wasn't yet concerning. So he waited, ad ordered another latte.
After Andrew finished this second drink, the thought crossed his mind that Charlie wasn't coming back. Why not? It was slightly large, to reveal that he'd had a slight crush. Of course, he didn't know it was a crush in first grade. But he'd had a decade to mull it over, and he was positive; he was gay, and more importantly, he was in love with Charlie.
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