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Tonight, I’m writing / Ce soir, j’écris
Tonight, I’m writing. I’m writing because it’s the only way that I can cope with life. A year ago, I might have found an escape in the bottom of a bottle and if…
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Home / Chez soi
Home. Some people are born in a place that feels like home, and some of us simply aren’t. For some people, home is the house they’ve lived in all their life. For others,…
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Les Trois Mousquetaires
I couldn’t tell you when they became my people, but at some point, along the way, they did. People always talk about their best friends from university, the ones with whom they do…
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The Stranger
The conductor sounds the beep of the closing doors and they begin to hiss shut, but then, we see her. The woman running towards our door, light-brown hair, hand-bag full of papers and…
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Religion
Well, my dear readers, I feel as time goes on, I’m displaying more and more of my true self to you all. It feels like a mask is coming off, and as scary…
