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Running Down the Road – by: Odette

It should have only taken 2 hours to get to Gainesville, but when I got out on to the open 2-lane road, I discovered the VW Bus didn't like to go over 50mph.  I felt a little like the Pied Piper, playing my music while being the accidental leader of a sorrowful trail of cars,… Continue reading Running Down the Road – by: Odette

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Not Running Away – by: Odette

I drove the van to where Jake and I sat a few months earlier, where we ate our fast food and talked for hours looking at the ocean. There had to be a way to enjoy things now, with all its perfection, if not for myself, then at least for the people I loved. Perhaps… Continue reading Not Running Away – by: Odette

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Chris blew in the front door breathlessly and slammed it shut behind him. He threw his arms in the air, "It's official! We close on the house on Tuesday!" I looked up from scraping carrots and put the peeler down. "That is in, like, 3 days." "I KNOW! FINALLY!" "Oh my gosh" I said. "Wow."… Continue reading

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Worth Something? – by: Odette

I took my hands away from my face and looked up to see Chris peering over me. "What's up?" "I totally blew it," I said. "Why do you even let me out in public?" He looked confused, but amused. "What happened?" "I just can't seem to act like a normal human being. I can't help… Continue reading Worth Something? – by: Odette

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Interview Number I – by: Odette

I thought I was going to get back the usual, "That's Ok that your project is late, we are just happy to finally have it and it looks great," email. But instead it said, "This one was too late. Your final paycheck will be mailed out to you this Friday." And so I put the… Continue reading Interview Number I – by: Odette

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Back On The Beach – by: Jake

It was strange to be back in St. Augustine and to know that I wouldn't be seeing Odette. It had been a pretty awesome few days. Rissa and I just spent the whole time either holed up in our small hotel room on the beach, at some cafe' where she knew every damn person that… Continue reading Back On The Beach – by: Jake

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Bike Ride

We glided through the busy old stone streets on our bikes and I stopped short in front of the candy shop. Chris stopped next to me and smiled at what I was staring at. It was the biggest, reddest chocolate covered strawberry ever. "Let's get that," he said. "OK". We locked the bikes together and… Continue reading Bike Ride