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OriginThe late autumn breeze playfully twirled leaves down the road and onto the sidewalk, where young children heading to school gleefully chased them down and stepped on them with a satisfying crunch. Watching over one particular group of kids was a young man dressed for work in his black office suit, brightened only by a red silk tie over the white shirt underneath the buttoned jacket. His own daughter chirped happily, playing with his coattails as they lifted in the breeze. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at her; a mirror image of her mother, who had died while giving birth, she had all the same wonderful qualities. Her clear blue eyes, her cheerful smile, the way she busied herself at home and laughed when her father tickled her. There was no love in the world such as the one this young man had for his daughter. She was the reason he escorted this group of children to school five days a week; after the loss of his wife he had vowed to spend every possible moment with their littl
Happy Halloween, NnyThe pale light of the moon covered the ground, illuminating everything with a soft silver glow. A lone dark, skinny figure stalked across the park, moving silently, despite the layer of dead leaves and grass underneath his feet. Every once in a while a cold breeze would play around him, fluttering through his jacket and blowing back his strange hairdo. The top of his head was completely bare save for two thick sections of hair that hung down in his face over each eye. Tomorrow would be Halloween night, and this year conditions were perfect.
The only place safe from the madness of the holiday was the local park; it was public property shared by the citizens, so as a general rule it was left alone to avoid disagreement issues concerning decorating. The young man was enjoying the peace and silence the lonely park offered tonight. It was rare that he could feel any kind of joy in something outside his home. As he continued on a straight path from one end of the park to the other he came ac
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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