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10: DistractionPiper had become quite adept at focusing on one thing. Sitting there, in Central Park, was odd. It was a large chunk of nature, stuck in a bustling city. Painting there, was one of the things she spent most of her time doing though.
Looking at the bridge she was working on, the light was still right. Glancing behind her, she could see a young couple walking by with a dog. And a few feet behind them, an elderly woman sitting on a bench, people-watching.
On the outskirts of the green cover, you could still hear the city. Cars filled with impatient workers, parent's hurrying to pick up their children, teens going to their various activities, and the older population driving slowly, because their days of rushing were long over.
The various vendors trying to outdo each other in their sales pitches. The busy suited folks, talking upon cell phones, trying to find out where their next meeting was. The occasional tourist with an "I Love NY" shirt on, and their cameras out. Artists an
01: LetterLetters that will never be sent.
I never told you this. You've given me so many things to worry about, at too young an age. I think, if I recall correctly, that when I was 8 or so, you told me that depression ran on your side of the family. What you don't know, is that has been on my mind since then.
Most of the time, it's pushed far back. And I don't worry about it. But, when I am down, it weasels it's way to the front again. I truly don't want to end up with severe depression. I've seen what it can do to people. I look at my relatives(even though in my eyes, they are not family), and it repulses me so much. I don't want to end up like them.
And when I know they call you with their problems, it sickens me. I know most of them are jealous of you. Because you decided to do something with your life. And that your not still back there with all of them, with 10 kids. You only had 2 kids, and I remember you telling me, that you were happy with that. And you were glad you moved a
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Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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