
Prose
Daniel J. Flore IIIThe bipolar express
Slow down. You're picking on me cause I'm mentally ill. No, I just don't wanna die. That was a good hoagie. Yeah,…
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Slow down. You're picking on me cause I'm mentally ill. No, I just don't wanna die. That was a good hoagie. Yeah,…
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Yeah, she looks really happy bra. Sittin’ there bored as hell on her phone. She needs a man like me, just off…
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If I were hit by a bus tomorrow," she said darkly, "how long would you wait before screwing someone else?" He gave her…
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