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One Day

Saturday, March 15, 2008

And I’ll lock myself in my room and write. I’ll scream at the top of my lungs. Then one day I will walk out and yell to the driver that I wish to go into town. I will kiss her deeply, shake Alder’s hand and return with groceries from Mr. Florence and make us tea. [...]

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Hollywood

Thursday, March 13, 2008

He rode his bicycle up the dead-end street of Whitley Terr, just off of Cahuenga. Once he reached the end of the cul-de-sac he looked off of the hill and down into the valley. For a moment his eyes played a trick on him and he saw the ocean. Sprawling, grand, the sun’s reflection bouncing [...]

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