"And she cried out in eternal ecstasy- for never before had she felt such hate and love for life."

It's so funny that after years of being cruel and heartless, I've suddenly melted.
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I don't know what's been happening to me lately; Dusty attributes it to too much time around cakes and parties and fancy drinks. But I personally blame it on Ethan Frome.

Anyway, the truth of the matter is: I don't know what to do with myself.
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Last weekend, the whole group went to the beach.
And tried to teach me to surf: again.
And failed: again.
But still, it was so much fun.
I wish the water would hurry up and warm.
There were soldiers all lined up on the beach for Memorial Day.
American flag towels littered the pier railing.
I saw a school of fish pass under my surfboard.
The didn't seem to notice that we weren't in South America.

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I asked a boy out for my friend the other day, and he refused.
I almost beat him up when he said, "She doesn't look right."
When I told Dusty about it later he said, "You can't change a person's mind, just hope that they learn better before they go out into the real world."
I agreed, but still left a couple eggs in his mailbox later on in the afternoon.

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I've lost a lot of weight, lately.
I feel lighter in spirit, too.
Am I getting hard on the outside and mushy on the inside?
I wish it would switch back around.
I loved being softer.
My breasts are going away, and I miss them.
I guess I'll just have to eat more pizza.

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"The three witches in Macbeth
fire and brimstone and rolling eyes.
Still their cloaks are black with death.

But wishes come with compromise."

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An Ode to a Summer Storm

Banging blasts of summer's profound entrance.
Even the upstairs tile shakes.
Dismal gray mists of overhanging
sweating,
falling,
melting,
drops of cool grass crystalizing,
shattering and diving through the air
towards the warming earth.