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By Anonymous

‘’Billy, get up, go in the shower, and put your clothes on. Mom says we need to get to the airport two hours early. Hurry your skinny butt up.’’ ‘’Shut up booger’’, I shouted on...

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By Anonymous
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By Nathan Thorpe BRONZE
Houston, Texas
Nathan Thorpe BRONZE, Houston, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By jynx12 BRONZE
Boise, Idaho
jynx12 BRONZE, Boise, Idaho
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
some people are like slinkies. there not much fun till you push them down the stairs.

*SHMS_chick* BRONZE, Lakeland, Florida
4 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
Martin Luther King, Jr. - "Darkness cannot drive out darkness:only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that. The beauty of nonviolence is that in it's own way and in it's own time it seeks to break the chain of evil"

TheA-Virus SILVER, Houston, Texas
6 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Be yourself, everyone else is already taken. <br /> -Oscar Wilde

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By Anonymous
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By Riotwriter SILVER
Greensboro, North Carolina
Riotwriter SILVER, Greensboro, North Carolina
6 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don&#039;t let love see you, see love as you.

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By Hannah52896 BRONZE
Charlotte, North Carolina
Hannah52896 BRONZE, Charlotte, North Carolina
2 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;You are never too young or too old to find your true talent.&quot;

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By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being &quot;in love&quot; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.&quot;