Flurries –> Track One

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He stands there – maybe alone – on a nice, flurrying Christmas Eve night. 

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I am lying on the couch – blue, bordered with a faded yellow strip.  My feet do not reach the other side.  I can stretch, spread out, relieve my muscles of all of their tensions.  My head sits on two pillows, both are flimsy and soft, and I can feel the armrest well – padded but firm.  My shirt is black and I notice the dog hairs now electrically stuck.  Long gold hairs, Lucy, and shorter white hairs, Lester.  My back is sightly arched and my hips sink into the cracks between cushions.  The lamp lights my face, telling me no sleeping.

He stands in front of his class – smiling, well-dressed, and upright – glad to have won his first spelling contest

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I jumped off the bed, feet tucked to my back, hovering towards the plastic rim that sat above my door

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I watched them because they were disgusting and made me feel better

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She was loud and crazy and talked to things like they were talking back

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I was small and he was tall and I didn’t like how he talked down and shook my hand and made me look him in the eye

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I’m going to start telling people that I hate waiting

A man stood shuffling through paper money like it was paper, and I laughed inside after handing the big guy one of my two twenty pound notes

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I gave Ryan a high five after I did my first slam dunk on the seven foot rim