Fail is like foiled but without the comic twist

Yes, Virginia, you used to be able to smoke in bars. Actually, it was a requirement I am certain  and everyone knows what a rule follower I am. My dark red, red, red lipstick leaves a stain on everything I put in my mouth. Traces of hope come off on my glass, my smoke, my [...]

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The last one

It was funny because it wasn’t a pick up line. That is what made it romantic, how you didn’t really know how to be suave and that part of you is endearing. I am pawned off to you, in a way, from some other boy whom I get the impression from that he wishes I [...]

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Another suitcase in the hall

There are magical moments you think you have waited for when a boy you thought was just a friend and never interested in you shows interest because you do it and its so great because you are already friends but then he says well, wasn’t this singular event fun and see ya, boy you are [...]

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drummers

As an adult I know now it would be hard to flirt with someone while wearing a long dowdy plaid wenches costume as you twirled and polka-ed about while singing about ripe strawberries ripe, food glorious food and other turn of the century depressing english stuff. As an 7th grader it was pretty easy, funny [...]

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Curly hair a crooked tooth

Out of thin air I invent a new me for my new me life on boats and yachts and things. I change my name, alternately speak in a pseudo english accent to random people and start to really drink a lot. I think it makes me look tough although its hard to look touch vomiting [...]

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token of my affection

Late afternoon I reapply my lipstick and mascara while I wait for you to show up before my mom comes home from work. Its strange to see a boyfriend, if that is what you are at any point that I know you, dressed in nice pants and a tie. I feel so grown up.
You amble, [...]

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My fuzzy wool tights and long plaid skirt

The open space is noisy and cacophonous with laughter, screeching and thumps of small feet on berber carpet. All the third grades are convening on the big rug in the middle to watch Ms. Macks slides of her trip to Ireland. It is just green blanket, after green patchwork quilt, after sheep after stoney wall. [...]

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its a long cold row to hoe

Stumbling up the stairs, fumbling for my key I tumble into the foyer with ceilings 12 feet and marble floors. I can see my bedside light through the slates in my front door reflecting on the parquet. Alone and feeling every inch of it I try to lay down on my bed and sleep with [...]

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naturally, I had been drinking

Its blurry. That moment that we met but as the evening unfolded I remember because I wrote it down as it occurred. I think I was playing pool and I am sure some sort of cocktail was involved as I was newly 21. And very tan from my stint in Florida. My tiny just-room-to-walk-around the [...]

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Bunny

As a freshman I was alittle too Madonna at a nightclub for my own good during the daylight. I love my dead grandfathers plaid wool pants and my grandmother’s hand-me-down beaded sweaters and lace socks. My hair is gigantic and curly and my eyeliner black and my lipstick red.
You are preppy but with a foul [...]

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