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Everything and NothingIt was everything in the sense that it is all you’ve ever known. But it was nothing in the sense that there were more important things. Everything because it was most of what defined you. Nothing because there were other things that made you who you are.Everything and Nothing
Either way, it still hurts. You feel like you’ve lost everything, though, in reality, you have lost nothing. You still have your family, as well as whatever’s left of whatever dignity you thought you had. Those things are what should be your everything. But knowing that doesn’t help. It still feels like nothing.
You’ve never been one to turn to the bot
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Midnight on the MidtownThe red and blue lights that I see flashing a few feet away from where I’m standing are nothing new. For that matter, neither is the bright yellow crime scene tape. The crowds standing just outside the cordoned-off area are all talking in hushed voices, as if they think that if they get louder, they’ll be told to leave the area. The Crime Scene Unit is going about their job as usual, taking note of anything that could help Fin and me in the investigation that will come along once they tell us what little they’ve managed to get from the scene. The medical examiner is present as well, turning the body over in what will probably turn out to be aMidnight on the Midtown
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PrologueSeptember 7th, 1983. It was the beginning of what would turn out to be one of the most eventful years of our lives. But none of us knew it. Senior year had finally arrived for us. The halls of Glen Oaks High School were nothing new; it was to be our fourth and final year there. Nothing could have been better. Almost everyone that was a member of the class of ’84 had known each other since the elementary school days. There were a few new faces, but they would soon become just as well known as everyone else. The usual cliques were also present, everyone from the rich kids who hung out at the coffee shops during the lunch hours to the cops’ kidsPrologue
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MasqueradeThis was all her mother's fault, she mused silently, what'd she have to go and move right before high school for, anyhow? In all honesty, it made no sense. They could have just stayed in North Carolina, but no. They'd just had to come to New York. Andn ow she found herself standing in the middle of a moving student body. Needless to say, Leah Keller was not amused. Glancing irritably at the schedule in her hand, she shifted her backpack to her other shoulder and looked up again, wondering how she was going to find her next class. And then it happened. Before she knew it, she was falling foMasquerade
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I'll be going to comm. college.. since they didn't have the job in the army I wanted.. ;-:
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"What're they gonna do, fire me?"~Cpt. Jimmy Deakins
you going to collge in hawaii too?
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