/u/DrHydrate's posts in /r/TwoSentenceSadness

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I bought her a drink, and after an hour of funny conversation, she repaid me handsomely: a tousle of my short brown hair, a kiss, and her phone number scribbled on a napkin.

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I used to fear my own death most of all: I'd fear alcohol poisoning, I'd fear AIDS, I'd fear getting killed by some macho who thought I was looking at him for too long.

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I don't care if he beats me.

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Growing up at home with my mom, I always got the best gifts for Christmas and my birthday, but with my dad, who didn’t stay with us, I just quietly accepted the idea that he was a miserly bastard who would never give me more than an empty card or a vacant smile.

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“What’s a stupid lie that only a lying shmuck would tell?” he wondered.

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In the bad old days, if you missed your flight for whatever reason, you forfeited the money.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I bought her a drink, and after an hour of funny conversation, she repaid me handsomely: a tousle of my short brown hair, a kiss, and her phone number scribbled on a napkin.	393
I used to fear my own death most of all: I'd fear alcohol poisoning, I'd fear AIDS, I'd fear getting killed by some macho who thought I was looking at him for too long.	256
I don't care if he beats me.	58
Growing up at home with my mom, I always got the best gifts for Christmas and my birthday, but with my dad, who didn’t stay with us, I just quietly accepted the idea that he was a miserly bastard who would never give me more than an empty card or a vacant smile.	22
“What’s a stupid lie that only a lying shmuck would tell?” he wondered.	12
In the bad old days, if you missed your flight for whatever reason, you forfeited the money.	7