Tag: sanity
member name: Brandon S.
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February 18, 2006 11:02 AM EST --
Mac Dugan was a happy person. Or at least he thought of himself that way. He was tall with a thick build, and messy brown hair. He worked at a factory these days, making machine parts for cars. . . .
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February 18, 2006 11:48 AM EST --
Mac drove his black Buick Le Sabre down the road in a highly agitated state. The wheel clasped firmly in his hands, he jerked it left then right quickly. The car veered out of its lane, . . .
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February 20, 2006 10:47 AM EST --
The unmarked patrol car hummed down the pier wooden walkway. It made "plunk-plunk-kerplunk" sounds as the boards beneath the car shifted ever so slightly and for a moment detective Madison . . .
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February 07, 2006 08:49 PM EST --
The other day I was spouting off whatever came to my mind in a parade of ridiculous babblings that could only be attributed to slap-happiness. The title is one example. Here are some others. . . .
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March 15, 2006 06:56 PM EST --
He stood outside, in the December cold shivering. He grabbed his elbows and hugged himself in a pathetic attempt to shake the twenty degree wind chill. He'd left his jacket inside the house . . .
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February 27, 2006 08:20 PM EST --
Detective Mark Garrett slung his coat over one of two chairs in the interrogation room. Across from him, sat Johnathon Hinder. He was huddled over the chrome metal interrogation table, . . .
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