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I wrote this for my english class. Its ment to be a short story!

There is no cure for this 'different' hangover.

A boy fell in love with the wrong girl

You bawl at the deceased because he has already escaped from the human world of woes, or for yourself ? We only live once but if we work it right, once is enough. You want to leave the love and wisdom on earth. Or, you want to leave a kingdom of wealth to your descendants. This is your choice ! Prefer the afterlife is better than this one. Never let this life is better than next one. - Buddha

Smiling, he taped his mother’s cold hands to the steering-wheel, releasing the handbrake. ‘Thanks Mum.

Kendra Ryder just gave fifteen year old Frankie Dexter a slab of fresh-cut tulipwood along with the advice, "When you’re feeling bad, just scuff the wood with 120-grit sandpaper, grab a whiff and you're guaranteed to feel a whole lot better!"