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[illwilliam1221]

Happy Birthday to my Grandfather Otis Jones!!! #HealthInspectionClean #DeaconBoardFresh #SharpeDressedMan (at Baltimore County, Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0wh3v4pFyXjzW-_qY_Sbr1C6Gbq7wBeGjsh0I0/?igshid=1ma9kw27sinv5

[inushin]

Had a fun time yesterday learning West Coast Swing dance with my friend @eytencoral definitely enjoyed learning a new style. - - - #westcoastswing #swing #swingdance #dapper #sharpedressedman #sharpdressed #dancing #dance #cosplayersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Bygbt1cDcaD/?igshid=162xv659no4o1

[eugenecho-blog]

L'extase de Saint François

Eugene sighed as he hefted his backpack over his shoulders and made his way up the stairs in the the English building of Vollmond University. He held in his hand his copy of Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf. While Eugene had nothing against Virginia Woolf or modernist writers, he just couldn’t get past the boring, staccato prose to delve into the book.

After a moment to catch his breath- necessitated by climbing the stairs- Eugene took a turn and headed back into the hall which branched into the professor’s offices, and looked for Professor Sharpe. He knew from the syllabus that his office hours had just begun, and he desperately needed some help with the essay he had just turned in.

Getting a ‘C’ on an essay wasn’t the end of the world, and Eugene wasn’t going to get in trouble for it, but it irked him beyond explanation. A ‘C’ might as well have been an ‘F’, to him. He knocked on the professor’s door, hoping that perhaps he could do some revisions or apply for some extra credit in order to raise the grade. “Professor Sharpe? It’s Eugene, from your Modernist Lit class? Do you have a minute?”

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[featherinthestorm-blog1]

The Talk...

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Austin was still shaking like a leaf as he walked up to the church. It had taken every ounce of his inner resolve to do that instead of walking to the cliffs at the edge of the island. His stomach felt like it would never stop turning and his head spun like he was on a tilt a whirl. 

“W-Wyatt? I’m...” He choked on a sob. “...here.”