seraphim
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story piece 1The portraits piled up. Black and white and faded color photographs of recently deceased relatives and those long since gone; most of whom I have never met, cluttered in the single corridor of our apartment, sunning themselves in the light from a single fifty watt generic bulb. When the walls of the corridor became too cluttered, my mother began hanging them in her bedroom, always hammering in the nail with a thick wooden plank, not the hammer, which she had lent to an elderly neighbor years ago, who never returned it. And when the frames began to throw off the dreary, floral aesthetic of her bedroom, she used the bathrooms walls, and fstory piece 1
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Maddie
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Oh, look behind you... a three-headed monkey!
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"Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is." - A.Camus
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