From Dust We Came, And To Dust We Shall Return
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Frosty the Snowman

Alas, as the snow at our feet begins to melt into the hard ground, so too drains the icy blood from my veins, and I begin to wither like a tree of old Father Christmas torn mercilessly from its roots. The very precipitation cycle that once brought...

Come On Now, We’re All Friends Here
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A Tag-Along Group Member

Hey guys, come on now, let’s not get too riled up. We’re all friends here. Think of that time we went to the lake house for a week. I mean I just drove up for that one Saturday because apparently there weren’t enough beds. Remember how...

I’ll Cross That Bridge When I Come To It
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A Man With Reasonable Expectations For Road Trip

I know where I’m going. I also know where I’ve been. And God damn it, I know that in 8.6 miles I am taking a left turn that will put me right in front of the Faulken Bridge. And will I cross that bridge? You bet your ass I will. But make no...

You Can’t Eat Experimental Prose
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Your Dad

The most important thing to me is that you’re happy and content. But I’d also prefer if you had a roof over your head and something to feed your wife and kids. You’ve always been creative and I never want you to lose that, but you should...

You Guys Are Too Young For That One, Huh?
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A Professor Confronting His Own Mortality

Oh, no one in here gets that one? No one has ever seen Chinatown before. Really, anyone? Ask you parents I guess, haha, they’ll get a kick out of it. It’s an old Jack Nicholson movie. Faye Dunaway is in it too, I think. Anybody even know who...