2005 He put the phone down next to him, smiled toward a corner of the ceiling. A bedroom floor is where teenagers learn the hardest...

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Take away the trilling of children, splashing their chubby arms in the shallow end. Take away the sunblock and coconut scented tanning...

Ruin Journal Entry: February 19, 1998 The thing about love is that it’s more closely related to hate than people realize. That’s how I...