tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30332682495605872862024-03-13T11:39:00.750-07:00Francesca's Creative Writing Blogfrancescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-76790287688720388032015-01-22T05:54:00.001-08:002015-01-22T05:54:57.209-08:00FINAL <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
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<b><span style="color: lime;"> </span><span style="color: red;">BANANA</span></b> </div>
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*The phone rings and its my grandmother* </div>
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Hi Banana! </div>
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"What do you want?" </div>
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You called our house phone remember? </div>
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"Shut up and let me talk to your mother" </div>
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Okay...?</div>
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That's a pretty normal conversation with her. She will never usually just say <i>hi</i> when we call her or she calls us. It's always "What do you want?" or "You people bother me, why did you call?" She never tries to be be mean, she's just old and can't help it.</div>
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*I'm in the kitchen cooking, the door flies open, I look over and it's Banana.*<br />
Hi Banana!<br />
"What are you burning?"<br />
Nothing I'm making eggplant parm.<br />
"Well it smells bad"<br />
Thanks!<br />
"Shut up your doing it wrong and stop cooking on burn."<br />
Would you like to cook it for me then?<br />
"Move over I'm doing it."<br />
Okay.</div>
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She is really a sweet old lady I promise... </div>
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*We are in the car parked in a parking lot of a store waiting for my mom to come back out. The windows are down and a lady walks by*<br />
"Wow lady you're fat."<br />
Banana! you can't say that! what if she heard you?!<br />
"Good maybe she'll do something about it and be able to touch her toes someday."<br />
Here we go...<br />
*A rather strange old man with a long gray beard with shorts that are just a bit too short on walks by*<br />
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"OH GOOD! Look Francesca, its your new grandpa!"<br />
That's it...<br />
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*I hop in the drivers seat and drive the car to the back of the parking lot*<br />
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see what I have to do. I have to isolate you now because you have no filter.<br />
"Just because you moved us back here doesn't mean I'm going to stop talking."<br />
Yeah I didn't think you would, but at least the people you insult can't hear you.</div>
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It was a Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac at Lindbergh field. Just like every other night was awaiting the arrival of my husband. 7:00 pm, the phone rang; someone was on the other line. “Hello” no answer. “Hello?” again no answer.</div>
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The phone beeps, notifying me the mysterious caller has nothing to say. I had an overwhelming feeling of confusion come over me as I put the phone down and went back to roasting chestnuts over an open fire. 7:30 comes around and I hear someone at the door thinking it was my husband I ran to the door and swung it open. To my surprise it was not him, I saw foot prints in the snow leading to the street. Starting to get worried I called my husband and it went right to voice mail; of course. Trying not to think so much about the mysterious things that were happening I started to hang the stockings by the chimney with care. Turning to look out the window I see a group of people walking down the street there is maybe 10 or 12 of them. “It’s probably nothing.” I tell myself. It’s finally 8:00 and my husband is pulling into the driveway! I was so excited he was finally home and we could have dinner and watch <span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">classic</span><span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;"> Christmas movies. As we are eating dinner I tell him about all the strange things that happened while he was at work. “It just sounds like some little kids running around in the snow no need to worry.” He said.</span></div>
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Now it’s 9:00 the door bell rings I make my husband go answer it and I fallow behind, he goes to open it as I peak around the corner, scared it might be the people that called or run up to the house and then left. But strangely got the courage to come back and rob us because they knew we were home? I bet they just want our presents from Santa. He opens the door, “Hello?” “One… Two… Three… We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christ mass, and a happy new year!” Boy do I feel dumb… He turns to me “See I told you it was nothing.” Then I turn and head up the stairs to bed, "Just wake me up when Santa comes..." </div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So here is the real story<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was just the other day when I was<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On my way home from the most amazing European trip to Italy, Spain, Morocco, and then France! I’m so</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Glad my sister had a good time and got to see everything she wanted to see. I was really happy for her I don’t know why she thought I was<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Jealous… mom made her pick me up from the air port I know she didn't want to take the time out of her day to come get her baby sister. So before any of this even happened she was looking to get back at me. I </span><span style="text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">couldn't</span></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Understand why she thought I had it out for her she had just got home! We were driving out of the air port. That’s<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Did not notice. I was just trying to talk to Kate about her trip but she was just acting all<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Paranoid? Of course I was! How could I not be? When this all black Escalade was following us ever since we left the air port! Here I am</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just thinking that it’s just some car that is going the exact same way as us and we<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Are going to get kidnapped, or even worse killed! We got to a red light the car</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pulled up next to us the window rolled down there were two men dressed in business clothes it just looked like they were getting back from<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Killing there last victim. They drove in the opposite direction from us when the light turned green. So I’m thinking that everything is okay! I just went back to telling Chanel about the amazing time I had. I told her</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">About some guy she had met in France, he would always leave her a flower outside her door<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the morning. He was so sweet, love at first sight is</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not real! I can’t believe that she would be that gullible. That’s not all he would leave her though, he left<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Me jewelry too! That’s when things started to get some what strange. He said to me that one day he would never see me again, and that it wasn't anything I did but</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That there were many people that wanted him dead. Now don’t you think after hearing that you would be freaked out?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She should have just stopped talking to him after<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">That was the last time I thought I would see him but as I was leaving he showed up at the airport as I was just about to board, he ran up</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To her and kissed her. Why she didn't yell for help? I don’t know. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are getting off task… for the record I’m still not<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Jealous! See I told you. So we are on the highway and we see the black Escalade again! I forgot to mention</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That she had seen the men that were in the Escalade back at the airport coming back home. You would think she would have said something about that a bit sooner… so now here we are<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Getting followed by the guys that were at the airport. How was I supposed to know that this was going to happen? I don’t get why Chanel is so mad. We had finally lost</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Them, when we had drove into the city. When we got back to the house mom had said there was a letter waiting<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>for me from the hotel. I went outside to read it and there was the black Escalade sitting outside the house. Trying to make sense of what was happening I opened the letter it was from Augustin inside it read Dear,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Kate never told me what it said, but all I know is we didn't get kidnapped so I don’t care</b>. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
francescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-61613999831779102822015-01-21T18:30:00.000-08:002015-01-21T18:32:10.361-08:00A Modest Proposal <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; text-indent: 0.5in;">Alright picture this, someone “poaching” they are in the
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“There it is I can hear it purr, I need to get closer though
to make the perfect shot. I can’t believe it is right there! It’s right in
front of me, the new jaguar XJ! Oh no, there is goes, damn green light! I need
to follow it closely but I can’t be seen or she’ll drive away again. Okay good
it’s only a block away and she is just resting in the driveway. Now I need to
have a steady shot I need to hit it straight on. One, two, shoot. Yes, one tire
out. One, two, shoot. I got another one, now she can’t drive away!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Now before we move on lets define poaching. <u>Poaching</u>: To illegally hunt or
catch (game or fish) on land that is not one's own, or in contravention of
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Synonyms include; steal, appropriate, purloin, take, lure
away, hunt illegally, catch illegally, jack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Now that we know the proper
definition, it sounds a lot like that man poaching the pretty new car right? It </span><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;">wasn't</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> his new Jaguar XJ it definitely </span></span><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;">wasn't</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> on his property but he liked it
so he took it! He’ll probably strip it for parts and then sell it for cash.
It’s okay though because we all know that poaching is wrong but people do it
anyways so I guess let’s just expand our horizon’s and start hunting things we
see and like but let’s make it a little more interesting, shall we? Now picture
this a couple out and about they are also “poaching”.</span></span></div>
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“Aw,
baby look at all of them running around! I wish we could have one. What about
that one? Oh wait do you want a boy or a girl?” “I've always wanted a baby
girl!” “Okay, me too so I’ll just grab… um… her! She has the cutest laugh!” The
little girl gets off the slide and gets snatched up by the couple and they
explain to her that she is going to live with them from now on because they
think she is cute and would make a good addition to their family. </div>
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Now you
might say that they can’t do that! But you see, they can and they did. So why don't we all come together to save the animals!<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a></div>
francescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-27248804515351909052015-01-16T09:10:00.001-08:002015-01-16T09:11:50.437-08:00Fanfiction "Under the sea, under the sea darling it better down where its wetter take it from me!" A huge dark shadow comes over the oceans floor. Sebastian stops singing and Ariel and Flounder hide behind a large rock. Sebastian looks up and says quietly "It's the Flying Dutchman" then every fish and sea creature swims, scuttles, and crawls away as fast as they possibly can. Ariel is so intrigued by this unfamiliar ship, that she starts to swim to the oceans surface. As Founder and Sebastian are trying to escape as quickly as possible because they know what is sure to follow, they notice Ariel is no longer by their side. Looking around frantically, they see her swimming to the surface. Calling her name as they chase after her, she does not hear them. Ariel reaches the surface and there it is The Flying Dutchmen. Founder swims to her and as soon as he reaches the surface to tell Ariel what is about to happen they hear Davy Jones say "release the Kraken". After that all they can hear is the sound of swords clashing and the screams of those who have been injured and are falling overboard. Ariel swims to the rescue of as many pirates as she can and takes them to shore. Then from a distance she sees the Kraken, still not knowing what it is but realizing that it is coming closer and closer, she starts to swim away. Thinking she has escaped the Kracken, Ariel starts to slow down and head back to her home under the sea. Then out of nowhere that same huge dark shadow, well what she thought was the same shadow. The Kracken swoops down scoops up Ariel and eats her.<br />
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THE ENDfrancescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-72130664131678440632015-01-12T07:36:00.000-08:002015-01-22T05:43:56.863-08:00Banana *The phone rings and its my grandmother*<br />
Hi Banana!<br />
"What do you want?"<br />
You called our house phone remember?<br />
"Shut up and let me talk to your mother"<br />
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That's a pretty normal conversation with her. She will never usually just say <i>hi</i> when we call her or she calls us. It's always "What do you want?" or "You people bother me, why did you call?" She never tries to be be mean, she's just old and can't help it.</div>
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*I'm in the kitchen cooking, the door flies open, I look over and it's Banana.*<br />
Hi Banana!<br />
"What are you burning?"<br />
Nothing I'm making eggplant parm.<br />
"Well it smells bad"<br />
Thanks!<br />
"Shut up your doing it wrong and stop cooking on burn."<br />
Would you like to cook it for me then?<br />
"Move over I'm doing it."<br />
Okay.</div>
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She is really a sweet old lady I promise... </div>
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*We are in the car parked in a parking lot of a store waiting for my mom to come back out. The windows are down and a lady walks by*<br />
"Wow lady you're fat."<br />
Banana! you can't say that! what if she heard you?!<br />
"Good maybe she'll do something about it and be able to touch her toes someday."<br />
Here we go...<br />
*A rather strange old man with a long gray beard with shorts that are just a bit too short on walks by*<br />
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"OH GOOD! Look Francesca, its your new grandpa!"<br />
That's it...<br />
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*I hop in the drivers seat and drive the car to the back of the parking lot*<br />
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see what I have to do. I have to isolate you now because you have no filter.<br />
"Just because you moved us back here doesn't mean I'm going to stop talking."<br />
Yeah I didn't think you would, but at least the people you insult can't hear you.</div>
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francescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-65284616738833135422014-11-10T09:11:00.000-08:002014-11-10T09:12:34.619-08:00Synedoche Seaweed comes in sheets and rolls from deep below the ocean's surface. As fish swim through; capturing them and wrapping them up, as if already knowing its fate.francescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-7566856684875217762014-11-02T12:52:00.001-08:002014-11-02T17:50:28.703-08:00Angry Letter Dear R,<br />
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I believe an apology is on
order. I can’t believe that I haven’t seen
things from your perspective before! The way you disrespect teachers, talk down
to your peers, and belittle everyone you think you are superior to. Is truly a
good way to get places in life. I would also like to thank you for opening my
eyes to the way someone could take advantage of another. Seeing how evil one
person could be is in some way disappointing, you go out of your way to make
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So here is my apology to you, I am
truly sorry that you need to put others down to make yourself feel better. You can’t just find the joy and beauty in the
world and all of the people around you. To me that is truly sad, you live your
life feeding off the negative energy of others. From my perspective that is no
way to live your life. I am sorry someone once did something to you to make you
the way you are today. I did not believe one could be that evil and heartless. I
am so sorry that you live such an unfulfilling life without any aspirations, I couldn’t
imagine living a life such as yours. This is my letter to you about your pitiful
life. I hope someone someday stands up to you and opens your eyes to all these
things. Till then I wish you the best of what you assume is a life. </div>
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Sincerely,</div>
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Francesca</div>
francescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-23133746930752199112014-10-30T09:11:00.000-07:002014-10-30T09:11:44.164-07:00two narrators one story
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Okay<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Okay</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So here is the real
story<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Real story</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was just the other
day when I was <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On my way home from the most amazing European trip, I’m so</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Glad my sister had a good time and got to
see everything she wanted to see. I was really happy for her I don’t know why
she thought I was<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Jealous… mom made
her pick me up from the air port I know she didn’t want to take the time out of
her day to come get her baby sister. So before any of this even happened she
was looking to get back at me. I couldn’t</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Understand why she thought I had it out for
her she had just got home! We were driving out of the air port. That’s <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When “things”
started to happen. There was a black escalade following us, Chanel definitely</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Did not notice. I was just trying to talk
to Kate about her trip but she was just acting all<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Paranoid? Of
course I was! How could I not be? When this all black escalade was following us
ever since we left the air port! Here I am</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just thinking that it’s just some car that
is going the exact same way as us and we<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Are going to get
kidnapped, or even worse killed! We got to a red light the car</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pulled up next to us the window rolled down
there were two men dressed in business clothes it just looked like they were
getting back from<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Killing there
last victim. They drove in the opposite direction from us when the light turned
green. So I’m thinking that everything is okay! I just went back to telling Chanel
about the amazing time I had. I told her</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">About some guy she had met in France, he
would always leave her a flower outside her door <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the morning. He
was so sweet, love at first sight is</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not real! I can’t believe that she would be
that gullible. That’s not all he would leave her though, he left<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Me jewelry too! That’s
when things started to get some what strange. He said to me that one day he
would never see me again, and that it wasn’t anything I did but </span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That there were many people that wanted him
dead. Now don’t you think after hearing that you would be freaked out?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She should have just stopped talking to him
after <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">That was the last
time I thought I would see him but as I was leaving he showed up at the airport
as I was just about to board, he ran up</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To her and kissed her. Why she didn’t yell
for help? I don’t know. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are getting
off task… for the record I’m still not<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Jealous! See I told
you. So we are on the highway and we see the black escalade again! I forgot to
mention </span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That she had seen the men that were in the
escalade back at the airport coming back home. You would think she would have
said something about that a bit sooner… so now here we are <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Getting followed
by the guys that were at the airport. How was I supposed to know that this was going
to happen? I don’t get why Chanel is so mad. We had finally lost </span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Them, when we had drove into the city. When
we got back to the house mom had said there was a letter waiting<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>for me from the hotel. I went outside to read
it and there was the black escalade sitting outside the house. Trying to make sense
of what was happening I opened the letter it was from Augustin inside it read
Dear,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Kate never told me what it said, but all I know
is we didn’t get kidnapped so I don’t care</b>. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
francescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-68752147062560360522014-10-26T14:40:00.002-07:002014-10-26T14:40:35.952-07:0021 minutes <div class="MsoNormal">
It was a Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac at Lindbergh
field. Just like every other night was
awaiting the arrival of my husband. 7:00 pm, the phone rang; someone was on the
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The
phone beeps, notifying me the mysterious caller has nothing to say. I had an
overwhelming feeling of confusion come over me as I put the phone down and went
back to roasting chestnuts over an open fire. 7:30 comes around and I hear someone at the
door thinking it was my husband I ran to the door and swung it open. To my
surprise it was not him, I saw foot prints in the snow leading to the street. Starting
to get worried I called my husband and it went right to voice mail; of course. Trying
not to think so much about the mysterious things that were happening I started
to hang the stockings by the chimney with care. Turning to look out the window I
see a group of people walking down the street there is maybe 10 or 12 of
them. “It’s probably nothing.” I tell myself.
It’s finally 8:00 and my husband is
pulling into the driveway! I was so excited he was finally home and we could have
dinner and watch Christmas movie classics. As we are eating dinner I tell him
about all the strange things that happened while he was at work. “It just
sounds like some little kids running around in the snow no need to worry.” He said.
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Now it’s 9:00 the door bell rings I
make my husband go answer it and I fallow behind, he goes to open it I’m
peaking around the corner, scared it might be the people that called or run up
to the house and then left but got the courage to come back and rob us because
they knew we were home? I bet they just want our presents from Santa. He opens it, “Hello?” “One… Two… Three… We
wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christ
mass, and a happy new year!” Boy do I feel dumb… “See I told you it was nothing.”</div>
francescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-11949927881788015662014-10-24T09:02:00.002-07:002014-10-24T09:02:34.744-07:00A little lost
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: And? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: And what?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: I don’t
know… you’re the genius that got us into this mess.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: You’re
ridiculous. If you had just decided to stay awake with me then maybe we would
be there by now!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: AND maybe if
you didn’t drive 3 hours in the wrong direction we wouldn’t be in this
predicament.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Wow look at
you using big words!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: Forget it
you’re not even worth my time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Look… I
hate being lost.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ron</i></b>: Doesn’t everyone?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Yes I would
think so but still…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: Still what?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: If you would
have just stayed awake with me…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: OH GOOD BACK
TO THAT! Well! It was your turn to drive, and my turn to rest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Okay… okay…
so we got a bit lost, big deal. What can you do? Nothing… it’s done and over
with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: Not really
because it’s dark, I’m cold, hungry, and tired. I thought I would be in a nice
warm bed by now but I guess not.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Shut
up…here comes someone!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: Do you know
that man? No? Didn’t think so... So why in the world would you…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Excuse me
sir!?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Sir</b>: Leave me
alone, don’t talk to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: HA! I told
you that wouldn’t work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: you’re just
a pessimistic jerk. I don’t see you trying anything to get us out of this mess.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: Yeah because
I didn’t get us into this mess. But you’re right. I’ll try something.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Where are
you going?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: you coming
or no?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Well is
your plan to leave me here?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: No I’m
walking to the gas station up the road…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Oh…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ron</b>: Yeah come on
smart one… just don’t talk to anyone. Let me do the talking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tate</b>: Got it!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 1, 2, 3
Breathe… 1, 2, 3 Breathe… 1, 2, 3 Breathe… Just don’t look back. But how could
you not? Having that unsettling feeling that someone is watching your every
move.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Just
one more block and everything will be alright. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Okay
punch in your code 0 7 1 7, open the door, close the door. Now walk up the
stairs. I am at my apartment. Just find your keys. Put the key in the door. Open
the door, shut the door. I’m in side why don’t I feel safe?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Creak, creak, creak</span></b><i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">. What was that? </span></i><b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Creak, creak. </span></b><i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Someone is in here, I just know it. But
how? I know I shut and locked everything, I checked twice. I’ll just get out of
bed and check. Someone could have climbed up the fire escape and came in
through the window. Just go back to bed your being ridiculous.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Just
a few more steps and everything will be alright. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Okay
punch in your code 7 1 7 0. I needed to change it. He was in my apartment
last night he knew my code, I just know he did. Open the door, close the door. Walk
up the stairs. Where did I put my key? I really need to hurry I can hear him coming
up the stairs. Okay now quick put the key in the door. Open the door, slam it
shut. He’s still watching me I just know it.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> BOOM, crash. </span></b><i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That sounded like it was right outside
my bedroom door. I’m going to just take a peak outside my room. Okay just a peak. How could the
picture frame have fallen from the table? He’s in here again. </span></i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Hello? I know you’re in here. Just leave
I don’t know what you want from me. <i>Just
shut and lock your door he can’t get you. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Just
don’t stop running. Keep going as fast as you can. He won’t catch up.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Okay
now punch in your new old code 0 7 1 7. Open the door, shut the door. I feel
like I can’t catch my breath I haven’t stopped running. Go up stairs quick! I need to find my keys, I found them. Shit
I dropped my keys. Hurry, come on, hurry up! Open the door fast, slam the door
shut. How can I keep living like this?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Just take a pill and go to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Knock, knock, knock. </span></b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Stop! Just please stop! <b>Knock,
knock, knock. </b><i>Go away! Why can’t this
just all go away? The noises, the items breaking as they mysteriously fall, and the people staring they are all watching me. Now I’m shaking,
breaking out into a cold sweat. My mind is racing. Make it stop, please just
make it stop. Just take more pills. More and, more pills. Okay… now everything is
going to stop. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Knock, knock. </span></b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Come
on Juliet open the door! Fine, I am just going to use my spare key then.
Juliet? Juliet?!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 1, 2, 3 Breathe. 1, 2, 3 Breathe. 1,
2, 3 Breathe. <i>Why is this man pushing on
my chest? I don’t understand what's going on. He keeps yelling “C</i></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">ome on! Come on! You can
make it just breathe!”</span><i style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Why can I see myself?
What’s going on? </i><br />
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<i style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> All I wanted was to make it stop. </i></div>
francescamaciejko@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817996201217489887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033268249560587286.post-77650154111391271222014-09-24T18:28:00.000-07:002014-10-20T05:29:14.761-07:00Thoughts (test)<i>Who the hell are you? </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Wow that was a big step down...</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Why are you still talking to me?</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>You know everything I'm hearing is going in one ear and out the other. And if you are going to keep </i><br />
<i>talking at least speak correctly... "iight"? </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>my god they were ugly.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Stop staring, take a picture it'll last longer.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>YUP you keep blasting that Lil Wayne music and speeding, I'm pretty sure the cop that pulls you over will be real nice.</i><br />
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"Hows it going back there?"<br />
<br />
<i>I don't know hows it going up there? I think I'm 3 feet away from you so you should know "how it's going back here."</i><br />
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Everything is good back here, she is doing okay!<br />
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"Oh! don't you like this song?"<i> </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>No. Why would I ever like this song?! The re frame is so stupid and her voice makes me mad.</i><br />
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(Few minutes later)<br />
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<i>Hey I just met you and this is crazy but here's my number, so call me maybe.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>NO! NO! NO! STOP. STOP. STOP.</i><br />
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"Can you make sure she has her seat belt on?"<br />
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<i>I CAN DO IT MY SELF!</i><br />
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Okay, okay...<br />
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<i>Now I just have to figure out how to put this buckle into the fastener.</i><br />
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<i>I told them I could do it but now I'm starting to see double...</i><br />
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<i>Okay, here we go...</i><br />
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<i>Shit I missed, I missed again, and AGAIN! </i><br />
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<i>Why can't I do this? </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>OH YEAH BECAUSE THE STUPID DOCTOR THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO GIVE ME VALIUM!</i><br />
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Do you need help yet?<br />
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<i>YOU KNOW WHAT?! Forget it...</i><br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Brush your teeth in a circular
motion for 1 minute” <i>or 15 to 30 minutes.
</i>“Make sure </span></a><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">you
floss really good” <i>Or really, <u>really</u></i>
<i>good.</i> “Use a cap full of mouth wash.”
<i>More like a cup full. </i>“It’s okay to
drink soda and coffee, just make sure that you brush your teeth after.” <i>Or don’t drink soda and coffee and just
brush your teeth anyways. </i>“Would you be interested in whitening gel?” <i>NO! Are you crazy?! I don’t particularly
want to ruin my enamel or have my gum line recede... But thanks for asking! </i>“Okay…
well I’ll see you in three months Francesca! Just make sure to make an
appointment with our receptionist.” <i>Three
months yeah right. More like one month. </i>Hello I’d like to make an
appointment for one month from today. “Okay, will you need a doctor’s note
saying that you are going to be going in late for school?” yes please.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">A day at school for me now you would
think that I’d go crazy, you know not being able to brush my teeth, right?
Wrong! I just casually carry my tooth brush in my bag along with tooth paste,
floss, and mouth wash! Every day after lunch I mysteriously disappear. Where do
I disappear to you might ask? Well the bathroom to brush my teeth… Surprised? </span></span><span style="line-height: 32px;">Didn't</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"> think so.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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