Maria colima

I first met Tony Benedetto the summer before my senior year. He was very handsome in a classic angular swarthy Italian way. He was the school’s worst bad boy. Tony had a little gang everybody[…]

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The christmas party

The tree was bright with lights, festive with decoration. The apartment warm, with a feeling of contentment in the air, along with the fragrance of the wonderful foods simmering and baking. The table set in[…]

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The interview

Jane Crawford looked nervously around the outer office of PIG studios while trying to maintain her outer calm. "Judas priest," she mumbled under her breath. "What the hell am I doing here?" She picked up[…]

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