

New York, New York Tension rode the air, hard and unrelenting. It touched every person in that room, brought shoulders up, and careful glances at the door. No one spoke, but shuffles of uncertainty always said more than words ever could. If there was any body that did not want to leave then, they hadnt comprehended what was being asked of them. The walls seemed to press in on the room, the sky outside not visible through the thick curtains, the smoke in the air making it difficult to breath. Had any of them ever thought it would come to this, a favour for a life?New York, New York
The leather squealed as he leant back,


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I don’t think I’d been dead for long. I mean, the thing is, I can’t really remember. It’s kind of like falling asleep while you’re reading a book and waking up with no idea how long you had been sleeping until you looked at your watch. Well, unfortunately, I didn’t get a watch. It was mid-November, getting hotter than you could bare it, about the time you’d want to throw on swimmers and go down to the river. But it might have been June. See what I mean? Specifics are a thing of the past. If I concentrate hard enough, if I really think about it, I do remember dying; not the feelings, or the thoughts, bu
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Serpents of the Nile, relieve me for a while and cast me from your spell. Let me go!
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パンが無ければお菓子を食べればいいじゃない。
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"SWEET BERRY WINE!"
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Keep smiling and shooting,
all the best from Colombia,
Anthony
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Anthony Asael
Founder of Art in All of Us
The World seen through the Eyes and Rhymes of the Children
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