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"You know that butt-fucker, Marsh?" "The one I hate with a fiery passion?  Yes." "He apologized to me today for saying my hat was stupid.  He said he was pissed off and accidentally took it out on me." "He waited till now to apologize?  What a dick." "Yeah, he's still definitely a dick, but I can't help but be happy that he apologized at all." Oh no.  He doesn't like the Marsh kid, does he?  I don't like him.  What if he hurts Kyle? "I dunno.  He can't have really meant it if he waited two solid weeks to apologize to you." "He said he liked my hat." Oh no.  Oh no.  Is that a blush?  He can't like Marsh.  He can't.  It's not that I wan

That boy.  He came in every afternoon and bought a lemon iced tea.  He'd approach the counter, and I'd ask him if he'd found everything alright.  He'd say yes, as was routine, and then he'd pay the one dollar and eight cents for the tea.  Then he'd smile and walk out.  That was how it went every single day. Over time, we began to become familiar with each other.  After the initial, 'Did you find everything alright?' (to which he always answered 'yes, I did' no matter what), we began to chat about little things as I rang him up. "It looks like it's gonna rain today." "Yeah, I hope I get home before it does." After a while, we began to get

Digital World-1 A poem written by me...in math...^^' Enjoy...You don't have to understand, it will make sense soon.  Maybe... The digital world that we live in, it's all a lie.  Nothing is that perfect.  There is another world out there, one filled with the dangers that we can control, but don't.  There are two halves of our population.  Our half, and the one through the screen... Digital World-2 Yeah...Short, so I'll add the next few (that I actually wrote a while ago). Happy expectations to survive the thoughts of the subconscious.  Don't expect to live longer than others.  It doesn't work that way.  There are horrors, and those horror