Category: Essay
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A Pot to Piss In
Leaving your friends and their judgment behind, you casually stroll to the bathroom and push open the door. The fluorescent light beams down illuminating all your physical defects, and soon your moral defects will join them in illumination. This is not your bathroom, or your friends, it is owned by…
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The Smell of Latex
By Rachel Craig I do not like and have never liked when people wear sunglasses on the top of their head. I do not like the smell of latex. I don’t mind the smell of gasoline. I do not like mustard, mayonnaise or sour cream. I don’t like drum solos.…
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