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Infimoose[OP]
04.08.2020 21:17
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1. Do you like pasta
2. Dogs or cats
3. Do you like Polnareff
4. Favourite jam/jelly flavour
5. Do you plan on pursuing a career in art
6. Why, since Global Warming, is everyone not doing anything, even though we constantly hear about it
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ye I like pasta <:
idk really abt who polnareff is having to do with the show but I like his design
I like blueberry jam when it has blueberries in it and is crushed up blueberries (as opposed to purple sweet jelly with artificial flavor)
I'd like to pursue a career in art
Most people have heard abt global warming a lot, yes
some people don't believe in it but most do including me
but overall it's just b/c we aren't doing anything because we can't be bothered to
like, I don't (other than small things like recycling and stuff)
you prolly don't (other than small things)
it's the sad truth
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okay so
a show was being put on, although the auditorium was still being overlooked and checked over with its initial diagrams. Workers still hammered at its frame. a cow overlooked it from the balcony, addressing the workers by name and ordering them about. The only person onstage was a retired old lady who understood she was past her prime, but put on a good show nonetheless.
Once upon a time,
One muggy morning, a minority group set to make an example.
It seemed they, though they wanted to settle an argument in their highups office, were preoccupied by the retirement of one of their members.
One member rotated the ring on his finger, tapping the pavement with his shoe. He looked about him at his island country, and watched as a little ornament above him rotated calmly.
The people around him argued loudly at him, restless from having to wait outside their building, while it was cold out.
The man turned to his building, and walked forward with a key, and proceeded to unlock the entrance door.
Jayna was a disappointment. To her family, as they made sure she knew, to her friends, who found themselves having to get her back on her feet time and time again. But most of all to herself. Struggling with rent, with friends lending her money she couldn't repay, she was a mess inside and out.
She used to live her her family's home, with velvet curtains and a pool, just grand overall, but they cut her off bit by bit as she fell apart. Eventually, they dumped her on the front porch and locked the door.
She tried to keep contact with them, but they wouldn't answer any of their calls. As her father said, she was a member of the Brookes family no longer. So, deprived of love, with friends- and hope- peeling away, she turned to gambling.
An old woman was at her kitchen, preparing dinner.
While she was peeling the potatoes, she thought about how her husband had departed years ago to make a discovery.
He had wanted to make a difference, but everyone around him said it was nonsense, except for his wife.
A tear trickled down her wrinkled cheek as she placed the potatoes in a pan,
He had not come back for years, everyone believed his fate turned sour, but she never lost hope.
She looked at his old documents on the table, still in its exact place as it had been when he left, and she sighed.
As she was heateöing up the stove, she heard a knock at her door, and she called “Who is it?“ and a mans voice answered, it was all so familiar, “Its me“.
She began to shake, she approached the door, and she slowly opened it, and there, was her husband.
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