Pride and prejudice seldom yield
Don't choke on vanity
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Writing was my first love. I loved getting lost in the world of words. It was the joy of watching a blank piece of paper transform into a ...
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It was 5 am on a damp Sunday morning. He was the first one to get there. But others would be there soon. The fights were unavoidable. Th...
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He navigated his bike through the narrow dirt road between soaring mountains and steep gorges. This road trip with his buddies was like a...
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