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Random First Lines:A short essay/story of a dying man recollecting his once younger self. » Read
The only reason I'm sharing this story is because I'm scared and alone. I need help.
It was a hot, sticky autumn night. I remember the scenery well. A long, winding road. My parents had promised we'd move away. I didn't expect it this far away. I counted the time it took between houses. Each...