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After wheeling himself to the field, James made his wish on the first shooting star he saw.

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“The acronym is LIGHTS-Lighting, Interior Ventilation, Gravity, Heating, Terraforming, and Shields.”

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The bullied boy’s backpack tore as he slipped under the fence, ignoring the signs it held warning against heading to Yucca Mountain.

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My daughter laughed and laughed as she splashed in the puddle next to our front door today.

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[OCT22] My husband spit in my face and called me a whore, pulling the shackles tighter at the wrists, ankles, and throat in his anger.

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I couldn’t figure out why my two-year old has been crying “eyes, eyes”, pointing and scratching at them for weeks.

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As the doorbell rings, I abandon Snoozy, the body pillow, happy to trade it for the father of my children, back from deployment.

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“My husband told me in his letters that he never hurt any of those women.” I told the detective.

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Turning to the first page you see what seems to be a quintain written at each point of an inverted star.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
If you are reading this, please send help	119
After wheeling himself to the field, James made his wish on the first shooting star he saw.	97
“The acronym is LIGHTS-Lighting, Interior Ventilation, Gravity, Heating, Terraforming, and Shields.”	96
The bullied boy’s backpack tore as he slipped under the fence, ignoring the signs it held warning against heading to Yucca Mountain.	88
My daughter laughed and laughed as she splashed in the puddle next to our front door today.	85
[OCT22] My husband spit in my face and called me a whore, pulling the shackles tighter at the wrists, ankles, and throat in his anger.	79
I couldn’t figure out why my two-year old has been crying “eyes, eyes”, pointing and scratching at them for weeks.	60
As the doorbell rings, I abandon Snoozy, the body pillow, happy to trade it for the father of my children, back from deployment.	49
“My husband told me in his letters that he never hurt any of those women.” I told the detective.	23
Turning to the first page you see what seems to be a quintain written at each point of an inverted star.	12