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Character Profile: Debit.He was just the kind of man who would work in a store as such. Pants slicked tight against his skin from his straight hips right down to his very ankles. His face was scruffy, but unintentionally so as if he'd forgotten to ask his girlfriend to buy him a new razor blade when she was in Walmart last Friday afternoon on her day off from waiting tables at Red Robin. The shirt he wore was clean and solid, but damp under the arms from the smothering sun shining through the store's sleek windows. He flashed me a very clean and very striking smile before asking 'credit, or debit?' I returned the gesture and handing him my card. 'Debit.'Character Profile: Debit.


Ten Things I really Like Ten Things I Really LikeTen Things I really Like
1. I really like the fresh scent of grass after it's been cut on a Friday afternoon. 2. I really like how beads of water look on crimson red roses, imitation or real ones. 3. I really like the fresh and crisp taste of the air the morning after sleeping in a tent in the mountains 4. I really like the gentle motions of the ripples


The Violinist's Car It was a black Honda, one of the early 90's Civic models. There was a large ding in the driver's side door, probably from parking too close to the gas pump. Other than the ding, the outside was neatly polished and tidy with only a few spots here and there. The car bore on single bumper sticker which was stuck, crookedly of course, to the back bumper. It read 'If you can read this, thank a music teacher' with a series of music notes and staffs spread under the text. Probably Mozart. The inside of the car however was a bit less orderly. A pair of black high heelThe Violinist's Car
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Love, not War!
And if that doesn't work, BLOW THEIR FUCKIN HEADS OFF!!!!
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Ill try. You know I cant control those urges to rip things some days.
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Love, not War!
And if that doesn't work, BLOW THEIR FUCKIN HEADS OFF!!!!
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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior If you do too put this in your sig
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Ill try. You know I cant control those urges to rip things some days.
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"Mind is not a recipient to be filled, but a fire to be excited" (Plutarco)
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