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In those days, the money and pool snacks seemed to flow as freely as the hose we used to spray down the concrete when some kid dropped his nachos.
See, right there, when A.J. Brown caught that deep ball! Did you feel that? That can’t be healthy.
Not enough soda // A side dish that inexplicably calls for three sticks of cream cheese
But I am not your enemy. I’m part of a much larger cosmic intelligence that knows what’s best for you.
I read a novella, and then I read a novel, and then I wrote a novel, and then I got it published.
Our nuclear plant is verging on meltdown, and the key to stability lies in our vital AWS EC2 instance managed by former employee Ethan Reynolds.
Now I can finally spend my days hoping the night creature I hear stalking through the forest doesn’t take a liking to my warmth.
Did I immediately quit my job since I don’t have the PTO? Sure. But there are no guarantees in this life.
What no one seems to understand is that, as an artist, it’s my duty to pay homage to all the literary titans who have influenced me.
We’ve become one of those vanilla, mass-produced corporate couples we never wanted to be. Our relationship is nothing more than a light-hearted romp.
I think we can all agree that Janet’s character development has been virtually nonexistent since her divorce from Paul.
I matched the microwave, we were like cute twins. During dinner parties, people would say, "Wow, love the matching appliance set."