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When they did an autopsy, they found the man’s brain riddled with parasites.

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“You might want to brace yourself,” the doctor said to me, very gently.

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The little boy couldn’t stop staring at the newest peacock at the park.

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The priest took all my daughter’s toys outside and started throwing them one by one into the bonfire.

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When I was a boy of ten, they found Jerusha Ames in Minister Paget’s bed and dragged her forth to the Field of Reckoning, returning her home with her head shorn and her eyes hollow.

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“You’re coming with us,” I smiled at Little Timothy, the boy no one else wanted to take home.

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“It’s the most moving, nuanced canvas I’ve seen in decades,” the hardened art critic gushed, “I must meet its maker.”

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[DEC22] The young mother looked down at the baby she was supposed to love.

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When I noticed my son was not in bed, I ran after his trail into the thick of the moonlit forest.

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Despite Emmy-Lou’s best efforts, her daughter wouldn’t stop crying.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
When they did an autopsy, they found the man’s brain riddled with parasites.	4132
“You might want to brace yourself,” the doctor said to me, very gently.	3529
The little boy couldn’t stop staring at the newest peacock at the park.	2297
The priest took all my daughter’s toys outside and started throwing them one by one into the bonfire.	1676
When I was a boy of ten, they found Jerusha Ames in Minister Paget’s bed and dragged her forth to the Field of Reckoning, returning her home with her head shorn and her eyes hollow.	1664
“You’re coming with us,” I smiled at Little Timothy, the boy no one else wanted to take home.	351
“It’s the most moving, nuanced canvas I’ve seen in decades,” the hardened art critic gushed, “I must meet its maker.”	219
[DEC22] The young mother looked down at the baby she was supposed to love.	113
When I noticed my son was not in bed, I ran after his trail into the thick of the moonlit forest.	81
Despite Emmy-Lou’s best efforts, her daughter wouldn’t stop crying.	75