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Love in Minnesota

Kevin Love hated the cold weather. Snow was the worst. The bitter Minnesota wintry air aggravated his still-young joints. He wanted to be back out on the west coast. He’d chosen to go to UCLA because of the weather, the … Continue reading

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you say I, i say i

i write without capital letters not for effect or affect but because I’m unsure of myself, my words. it’s a question of taste, completely subjective this is what i’m told. by whom? i forget, maybe i read that in an … Continue reading

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Field Trip

They moved in unison. Like some sort of pack of silent wolves. Their terrain was made of asphalt instead of rolling hills. It didn’t matter much. They were just as vicious. Fully equipped with their light cigarettes and iPods, they … Continue reading

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