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"So, what's going on with him?"
"Oh... I think we are having a 'platonic relationship'," she said while gesturing the quotation marks with her hands while saying "platonic relationship." "Needless to say I don't know what's going on between him and me."

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Characature - Description.

On the chair, a girl is sitting, facing the artist. She has a neutral-i.e. not smiling--look on her face, and her expression speaks subtlely of boredom and distraction from being attentive to the artist. In front of her, an artist is drawing a characature of the girl. Her face is perky and smiling, facial feature exaggerated.

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Wouldn't a double quarter pounder be just a half-pounder?

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It was near closing time, and employees were making an abnormal amount of noise while cleaning up as to remind us.

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A screeching noise came from the far end of the tunnel. Most--okay, I correct myself, many--people did not seem to be bothered by it, or at least they were pretending not to. I blocked my ears with my fingers and hoped that the train would please come and stop at the platform so it would stop making the noise and I could stop agonizing about the noise only I seemed to be able to hear.

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N

I hear an alarm but am not alarmed

I hear an alarm but am not alarmed
Numerous threats pierce empty as the cry "Wolf!"
The siren now rings for days unharmed.

Soon after true cause for alarm took place
I would jolt from sad gestures among more than two; now
I hear an alarm but am not alarmed.

Doomsday blares bright at my lined face
Creased by too much talk of a coming row
The siren now rings for days unharmed.

No one remarks or shows a change of pace
On each a blank countenance that asks me and them how
I hear an alarm but am not alarmed.

Wisdom traveled and erased without a trace
Worries once felt that would assalt even the middle brow
The siren now rings for days unharmed.

The distress of no distress or heart-race
From the siren people hear as Dow
I hear an alarm but am not alarmed
The siren now rings for days unharmed.

-T

Mental exercise

Sorry about not posting; I got kinda lazy and stuff so... yeah. Here is a much-needed posting.

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"That will be four oh-one," the barista guy behind the counter said, implying that I have bought a coffee so expensive that if I drank like this often enough I may have to think twice about my retirement plans. I, however, did not act all that surprised; knowing that I have dug my own hole this time and not wanting to back off and order another cup of pot-brewed coffee again, I subtlely raised my eyebrows in controlled surprise and handed him the credit card, a relic of sort with scratches and peeling outer layers and embossed numbers that have long since lost their coated colors.

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"You are still thinking about that?"
"Yeah, what do you think?"
"I still can't believe you're still thinking about that little slice of cake."
"Well, I think it's much better than you being a womanizer and yet not getting any."

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"Okay... a Spider-Man bookbag on the shoulder--jean shorts with cargo pockets--leather sandals--travel bags--graying hair--neighborhood football shirt... you've got a kid, don't ya?"

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"I'm like a sunflower without the sun."
"So would that make you simply a flower?"

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The sound of the piano began flowing out of the speaker. Although the music was live, it sounded as though--with the piano sound coming into his ear mostly originating from the speaker rather than piano itself--the music was coming from an old record player. "It's not bad," Quail thought. "It's not that good, but it has its own quaint feel to it."
Across the table Heath sneered. Holding a glass of whiskey on the rocks, he muttered, "where do you think this is? The music makes this four-star hotel feel like a cheap western saloon."

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Okay, that'll be all. Have a good day y'all. (N)

Little snippets from my little notebooks

I managed to plug up the dime-size hole on the row-boat with gum from the bottom of my shoe.
"If it holds 'til I get to shore," I say to myself, "I'll buy you a beer."

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The Usual

I'll have my usual meal at my usual table at the usual time of day. Make sure to call out my usual waiter to serve me my usual cold drink.

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So what's he doing here? Cooking? That's something. He can't even make a flat pancake. Why make pancakes anyway? He has the batter there, the greased pan and all. What is he trying to reach? His favorite diner by adding so many chopped walnuts? Or like his childhood the way he hulls strawberries like his mother? What strawberries? Does he think he'll get childhood hope or glee? Or is he merely hungry and has nothing else to eat?

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I went downtown for supper but was split over where to go: Italian or Thai. In the Thai place the lavander tablecloths felt softer to the eye than to the touch. I sat down and stretched the matching static-stiff napkins over my thighs. As soon as I looked down at the menu and saw its dinner prices, I stood up convincing myself that they were my motivation to stand, not my inferior decorum. I ate Italian that night thinking of Thai food.

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Her nose made a perfect sundial in the afternoon sun.

-T