A bike on its third owner crashed into its first. They were married 18 months later.
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The mark of a beautiful day is the cloud layer, real or imagined, over one’s head. Today was Mark’s perfect day and it rained and rained.
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The house plant woke up from a nap to find itself outside, full of baby insects. “That’s the last time I go to sleep and let myself be dragged outside.”
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“My nephew is moving to San Francisco next month, so I have a good excuse to go out there. I have a few friends that have been out to Napa Valley, and I’m starting to become a wine snob. My favorites are Italian and French ones; I end up liking these the best. I’m getting to be a snob myself.”
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Hands, often used, for rent.
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Writing, rarely read, under cover.
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Bashful cats have the most beautiful smiles, but they never show their teeth.
Roman Ryan 