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Love, TarnishedThere are few emotions as popularly romanticized as love. And it is because of the romanticism carried in tow with love that its briefness is all the more tragic. Marriage is celebrated as the ultimate form of expressing love for another. It became such that we believe that we truly are not in love with someone until we have married that person. If that were not enough, people are expected to love the person they marry for the rest of their lives—something which I think only possible in rare instances outside familiar love. Additional benefits were attached to marriage, as well: inheritance rights, tax breaks, health insurance for dependents,Love, Tarnished
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Living on the StreetsMy childhood in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon was a very lively one. Of course, it probably wouldn’t have been if I hadn’t met Mickey, my best friend. Despite having only lived there for two years, it felt like I’d traversed the streets of that community for much, much longer. We moved there from Houston, where we lived in an apartment (Room #7 or 9, I think); it was, I guess, a medium- to small-sized apartment. I, first, spent some time in what I thought was summer school, there. I remember having an incredibly hard time doing this circular pattern that looked like a fallen tornado (I still don’Living on the Streets
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SomewhereSomewhere in this world, there is a place where, when night falls, peace looms over it. Down the barren streets, cars and trucks sleep while an alluring orange light pervades over it. The lawns, lush green with, plotted in every one, a tall tree baring its feet whilst its tops are enshrouded by its own leaves. On every lot there is a humble home, wherein an affectionate family lives. Up in the sky, clouds gather around a mystical moon, revealing an open space where numinous stars blink in the dark-blue night. Then, the night sky concedes to the radiant sun, and the world wakes; the day beSomewhere
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In the beginning...As he exited the large, archaic building, he beheld aftermath of the Wrath of the Plague:In the beginning...
The streets were cluttered with refugees who survived the Plague. There was not an inch in which waste was not spilled. There were large piles of cadavers set ablaze at every empty lot there was. Columns of smoke could be seen everywhere feeding the grey skies. A sentry could be seen at every rusted pass, to prevent those struck with disease from entering.
After recovering from the shock, he set foot off the steps, onto the soiled streets, and walked past the survivors, ignoring their
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