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Remembrance

It was a bright sunny morning when little Lilian went skipping down the jogging trek in the park behind her house. On the way she saw an old man seated on a bench, hands resting on the crook of his walking stick while he stares down the along the path. Now little Lilian has already been told once and dozen times again by the Grown-ups that talking to strangers was a bad thing, but like most kids her age, she knew better to believe the Grown-up’s stories of boogie men and monsters-in-closets. And so little Lilian skipped up to the old man and asked, “What are you doing here, Old Man?”
“I’m waiting for my dog,” replied the Old Man

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A Questionable Sacrifice‘In a time long forgotten, a man was given a Gift by God: from whomever he wished could he rob them of their illness, however grave, and bear it upon himself. And with only that knowledge did the man begin his travels.
‘Not two days threaded by when the man happen upon a village. While looking for a place where one might purchase and partake in a meal, he saw a girl-child sobbing outside the portal to her house. “What, pray tell, makes a cherub cry?” asked the man the girl.
‘“Mother Left with no return, and now Father lies in bed withering by the day. Whence no family aids or claims me as their own, I feel afraid to A Questionable Sacrifice
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Wait a moment while I slip into despair

Thu Nov 23, 2006, 12:25 PM

No idea what's gotten into me... There I was piecing together our ficticious project proposal and I could help but let my head sink into despair and hopelessness as I read the sections written by the other members. Goes to show that a person's weakest language can also be the one they're born into, ignoring the fact it their ONLY one.

"Sorry guys: I know it might be a little rude of me to do so, but I've altered some of your work. It's still there; just look hard enough and you might recognise the scraps here and there..."

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