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*clicks* *hissing sound* Hello? Test. Test. *clicks* *dead silent sound* *hissing sound* Hello. I don’t have a pen. That’s why I’m recording this. Hi. My name is Alexis. And. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know if anyone would pick it up. I’m 22 years old. No, not really. That’s bullshit. I don’t [...]
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“You’re a bitch.” I hung my head low. I don’t really know how to really put it. “ I know.” She looked at me exasperatedly, as if repeating a useless fact. I tried looking somewhere else, some stone that’s gone astray in the pavement, but I felt much more foolish. Here I was, in my [...]
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February 29th From the desk of Alexis She has always had cautious eyes. On the times when she thinks nobody’s looking she still has a guarded look, not like as if anybody is posing to strike, but as if someone might hurt her. That’s the distinction, I suppose. While other people’s guarded looks are out [...]
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One of the early memories of Nikolai that he couldn’t ever forget was back when he was about 6 years old. Then the youngest of all the brothers, he could say that he wasn’t exactly the favourite, but let’s say he normally got his way when pursued. It was in that reason that, in the [...]
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There was only one tender moment that Nikolai remembers having with a woman his whole life. Actually, it was really the most genuine moment he ever had with anybody outside his family, and it took him more than so many years to get over that simple small night which he has let his defences down, [...]
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