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OnceMrs. Memphis Rae Montgomery had a headache and had no idea where she was. Her car had come to an unexpected stop in the middle of one of Atlanta, Georgia's busiest intersections. It had died – just like that! Damn these foreign cars, she thought as she struggled with the door, her almost transparently pale, frail hands rattling the handle. People actually bought American once, and it was better! She was unable to get it open and was forced to climb over to the passenger's seat just to exit her vehicle. How ridiculous I must look, she grumbled indignantly, ninety-four and rolling around in her own car.Once
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Suns of Tyranny - Final"Four score and seven years ago…" A clear, strong, deep voice resounded ominously over the crackling of flames. Tongues of fire licked at the bound leather covers and pages. "Our modern fathers brought forth on this continent a reborn nation, conceived in Calamity…" It was hot – stifling and hellishly hot. "And dedicated to the proposition that hope, change, and progress are possible. Now we are engaged in a great economic struggle, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived, can endure. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but they will never forget what we can, what we will, do here."Suns of Tyranny - Final
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drip dripI plunge my face into the sink full of water, cold as ice, and try to revive myself. It jolts me out of my grief stricken stupor but pushes me back in time. My vision is flooded with memories as droplets slide off my cheeks and nose and drip drip down into the rippling surface of pristine water. Whooping voices of children, shrill with excitement, fill the woods that surround me. I see myself, seven, burst into the clearing, clad in a hideous matching orange and yellow t-shirt and shorts. A mass of hair is contained beneath a hat and my sneakers snap the debris on the forest floor with relentless power. "C'mon!" I command to a small boydrip drip
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It Wasnt An Extraordinary DayFor a year I stared longingly at pictures of girls with Monroe piercings and wished that I could be one of them. When I had turned sixteen, I called a parlor and asked them if they would do it with my mother’s consent. They turned me down and told me that I had to wait until I was eighteen. I didn't want to go any place else because I knew that particular parlor always did a fabulous job. My mother's boyfriend, Charlie, who is covered in tattoos, also refused to let me go any place else. He knew that they would take care of me there and make sure nothing went wrong. So for two years, I waited for the day that I could get theIt Wasnt An Extraordinary Day
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