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There was a time when I could hold my head high. When I could face the world.. Everything changed in one second, and to this day I still have yet to comprehend everything that's happened since that day. My mind a jumble of thoughts, my heart an enigma of emotions, I try like hell to figure out the situation and I can't. I only know what it's left behind of me in its wake. And that is with what I shall relate my story.

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Bill pulled out of the church parking lot, relieved to get past another Easter service. He and his wife Terry weren't usually church goers, but Terry always insisted on going on Easter and Christmas, as well as a few other times during the year. Terry and Bill had been married for eight years. Five years ago they adopted a little girl who was spending Easter break with her grandparents. Terry had wanted more children but Bill was unable to have any.

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I shifted my computer bag on my shoulder as I hustled down the corridor. I hated being late, especially when it was my own presentation. I was cutting it close, very close, and at these things audience reviews were everything. The last thing I wanted to hear from my manager was that my reviews sucked because they were preoccupied by my tardiness.

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Phyllis walked past me as if she didn't even see me. You fucking bitch. I followed behind her, intent on not letting her ignore me. As I walked close behind her I couldn't help but admire her slender, petite body. She was about 5'2 but couldn't weigh more than 90-95 lbs. I watched her ass move in her tight jeans as she moved quickly towards the back of the building. You can't get away from me that easy bitch.

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Aslynn shivers as the chilly night air whips across her skin and tangles her long hair. She should have worn a jacket, but then again, she has more important things on her mind, like finding someone who can help fix her car or maybe borrow someone's cell phone or hell, track down someone who can help her find her car. She's practically running, as she crosses the block and turns left at the corner. Her car is still nowhere in sight. This sucks, she thinks bitterly. She's ended up in a twisted maze and can't find the exit sign...

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Something unusual has happened, and I no longer know myself. Whatever new thing I am has made me joyful and confused at the same time. John did it to me. When I look in the mirror, I look changed, though I can't exactly tell what the difference is. People must see me differently. John surely sees it. Yesterday afternoon he sent me an email at work that changed everything. When I got it, I was in the middle of a project and only read the note quickly. Now I would pay attention.

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Natalie was an expert in both history and ancient languages at Dean University and as such she was the only student in the history department who knew about the time machine that Professor Searchem had invented. Professor Searchem was supervising Natalie's thesis, and the time machine quickly became an invaluable research tool. Natalie was ever so skeptical when she first learned of the time machine, but she also had a small crush on its inventor, so she sheepishly agreed to be his first subject.

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I love summer. Hot days are best. Hot, bright days that bring out beautiful women with long, smooth legs and deep cleavages. Bare shoulders and thin straps support light summer dresses and strappy sandals caress tanned ankles. Thin tops that cling to perky breasts and give a hint of nipple. Denim cut-offs that give tantalizing glimpses of the crease between thigh and buttock. Unexpected breezes that whips up the unsuspecting summery skirt, giving flashes of pale buttock and pink G-string.

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"Let's see what you got..." Rachel said from behind the camera. Laurie was nervous. She was now a month behind on the rent and she knew that Rachel had become an expert in evictions. She stood for no nonsense at all; Laurie had seen tenants tossed from their homes after barely moving into the beaten-down apartment house she lived in. After the last falling out with her mother she knew she could not go back there; it would literally be living in the car.

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The day started off like any other Saturday: I woke up, nursing a little hangover, walked into my kitchen and made some coffee. It was a bright day outside and somewhere around 10 o'clock. I slowly got dressed and made myself a little breakfast, picked up my laptop and set off sending some emails I'd neglected the day before. That went on for about an hour or two when there was a sudden knock on the door. I looked up, perplexed, and slowly walked to the door, hearing the knocking again.

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