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[m-cavaliere-blog]

“I never caught on to the charm of using Mason jars as glasses,” Marco mused aloud at his table for one. It was peculiar for him to be out to eat on his own, his family normally tagging along with him if they could. He noticed he’d caught the attention of a guest at a table near him and laughed, imagining what his self-narration must look like from someone else’s perspective. “Is it a southern thing?”

[madisonk-cavaliere]

“I love being pregnant, but it’s getting harder to pick things up,” Madison sighed as she looked down at the stuffed bunny her daughter was holding. “Could you get this for me? I tried to bend down, but it’s not going to happen.”

[elianderscn-blog]

“You know what I’ll never get over? Joint Facbook accounts. Those are my favorite. Seeing that ‘DavidandSarah Smith’ sent me a friend request just fucking lights up my world. And then I decline them.”

[troy-chandler-blog]

"Oh, shit, sorry. Am I in the way or...?” Clad in his security uniform, Troy was scribbling in a notebook. With the way his supplies had gotten scattered across the area, he had clearly taken the brief opportunity to spread out and get some homework done. Either way, it seemed to dawn on him only just now that he may have been taking up space. “I was just leaving. Lemme get that.” 

[zaneschuyler]

Paint Nite

     Zane stood in the midst of his bookstore and pondered for a second before holding his palms out vertically in front of him. "Paint night!" he exclaimed to himself, catching weird glances from those who had been looking through his store. He ducked his head and apologized before heading into the back room. 

      There he began to organize the event, hiring an artist to help teach those who wished to learn, printing posters, and the likes. The next morning, he posted the posters around town and waited to hear from those who were interested. There was a limited amount of space and he knew the demand in the town would be high. Who wouldn't want to express themselves via art? He thought, We live in a town of brilliance! 

      It wasn't long before the paint night came. His list was full - all 20 people had signed up for it! As he walked into the store, he felt the relaxed ambiance he had always dreamed of. There were “Christmas lights” hanging in various areas of the store and tons of cozy places for people to read. Soft couches, cushioned chairs, and even little decorated side cubbies with windows.Now, in the place of most of the tables, sat numerous easels ready to be worked on.  Classical music played quietly in the background.

     He began to compile books on painting when the bookstore's door rang as someone ventured inside. He sat the books down on one of the nearby tables and strolled up to the guest. "Hi there, my name is Zane and I will be hosting this event! Feel free to take a look around as the bookstore is still open and you are welcome to read any of the books while you are here. Also, please don't hesitate to grab an easel and take a seat where you'd like," he said, motioning to all of the empty seats around him, "I hope you'll find comfort here."

[the-sabinvarghese-blog]

"Was this wrong of me? I don’t know. I need an outside opinon. I feel like it might have been mean. This gentleman was being rude the whole flight. Not listening to instructions. Drinking too much. First class, you know?” Sabin smiled a little, fidgeting in his seat as he rambled. “And then he has this dating app open, so I took mine out, matched with him, and sent him a message that he had better put his phone on airplane mode. Too much?” 

[m-cavaliere-blog]

"I feel like as a boss I should be more insulted that my some of my employees are making...unflattering...drawings of me, but the more I look at it the more I laugh at it.” Snickering, Marco turned the notepad he’d found in his break room. “Devilishly handsome or simply a devil?”