Nearly at the end of the 31 word story a day then. Today's story is concerning the ever poisoned chalice that is 'youth.'
Over in the corner stand the young guns with the confidence of kings. Eighteen and trying for reckless, drinking cokes, playing pool, affecting an air of sarcasm, secretly hopeful, entirely doomed.
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I still feel like that more often than not.
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