1
We locked eyes across the room - it wasn't romantic, but at least now I knew I wasn't the only one bored nearly to tears by this lecture.
2
She couldn't be "that girl" at the gym, she just couldn't, but she also couldn't get the bar back up off her chest and she couldn't really breathe.
3
She held the battery powered clippers in her right hand and stared at her reflection a moment before clicking the power button and shearing the first line down the middle of her scalp, no turning back now.
4
"I'm a strong independent man."
5
He had never really been a fan of soup.
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"Where were you last night?" My mom asked the question very casually as she pulled a box of bran flakes from a brown paper grocery sack and placed them in the cupboard. She continued unloading groceries, her back to me, as my pulse began to race. I had planned everything perfectly. I had kissed her good night and gone upstairs to set my music on a timer. I had arranged a few pillows messily under my sheets to resemble my body and I had even left my phone in the bed in case she tried tracking it. How could she possibly know I had snuck out?
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