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  • Artist Info: What a simple way to get a glimpse into my life, or my personality, however, <br />
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    do you really think that that's possible? I must tell you it is just silly! Open <br />
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    minded and curious, that's me! However easy going I may be, believing <br />
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    pictures posted on profiles is not my hobby! Simple photos may equal a <br />
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    thousand words, yet people sometimes forget that these little snapshots of time <br />
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    are mute. Oh yes. Just to inform you, the following paragraph is not real. It is just <br />
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    an... Anecdote. If you wish to,read it, and you will understand.<br />
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    ~My jacket sits upon an unorganized bench with many of my sweaters. <br />
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    Before I slip it onto my shoulders, I dodge up the stairs. Into my messy room I <br />
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    go, seizing my ipod. I softly sneak out the door to fading light. A Chinese, or <br />
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    Japanese, girl zips along with earphones in her ears. She shouts and stops, <br />
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    and dashes back into a house to grab something. She nods her head and <br />
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    thanks the woman who hands it to her. I was planning to sing along to a <br />
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    Japanese song, but I feel self conscience. At the end of my street I take right. <br />
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    This is the way to my bus stop, but it's vacation. The mailbox clicks and I bundle <br />
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    up the letters. Pavement and ice grinds under my shoes as I shuffle across the <br />
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    road. Chilly air makes bumps pri ck my skin. 3 4 6 1 9... VROOOM. 163's garage <br />
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    door opens. When I walk into the house, I check to see if the guinea pigs are <br />
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    well. (Or maybe just alive is good!) Soon the door is closed and my ipod is <br />
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    playing my music and I'm putting the guinea pig cage bottom in a trash bag. <br />
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    The soiled hay falls to the dirty bag. Singing to the music gets me into a rhythm. <br />
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    After I have put in new hay I take the guinea pigs out. I stroke them and read <br />
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    and listen to music. It is distracting but it works. Soon I realize it's dark. Oh no. <br />
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    Shutting off the lights is something I am required to do as I leave the house. I <br />
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    get into a mad scramble and try and find my boots in the dark. I run out of the <br />
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    garage and close it. A car comes around the corner and I hide. Paranoia is a <br />
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    symptom of being me. The car stops. A woman comes out and looks around. It's <br />
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    almost pitch black. No, no, no. I run skid across snow and hope the woman <br />
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    doesn't notice. Her car starts to inch forwards, as if it's following me. I fly up the <br />
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    hill to my house! I'm home, and safe... But I forgot my book at the house. Shoot.~<br />
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