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Was It A Dream Or…

It was late and the back street was dull and quiet. All that could be heard was the clicking of stilettos on downpour washed blacktop as Jane strolled rapidly home. Her hands were covered profoundly in the pockets of an extremely unmanageable cowhide coat and her long legs trembled marginally against the frosty night…

Home Alone, Feeling Gone


It's half past midnight, and my mind is shooting at a great velocity, different thoughts which I experienced today on the occasion of being alone in the home.

'Strange are the days when you are fighting a battle between yourself and your boredom. The entire weekend had been very much for you. The past days had been…

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