SonderWe all have a story.ALL of us.We don't think about the lives of others a lot, though.We think of our struggles,Friends,Love,Families,And triumphs.But not of others'.That speeder who cut you off on your way to work?You know the one- the one you gave the finger to and swore at.His father was dying.That's why he was driving in the turn lane and speeding,Leaving disgruntled drivers in his wake-Others oblivious to his urgency.And the elderly woman who goes to that one restaurant every Sunday afternoon by herself.You assume she is lonely and sad.But she's not alone.This is the restaurant she used to go to with he
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Hallowe'enBubble, bubble, toil and trouble,Fire burn and cauldron bubble,That's our job, but we're not mean,In our town of Hallowe'en!Witch or demon, vampire or wolf,Sometimes even a zombie RudolfCan enjoy this moonlit night,As thou art the reason that I write.Always a season for much fear,It is one that I hold dear.Once we lit fires to keep away demons;Now we act upon creepy compulsions.All Hallowe's Evening is now compressedInto something shorter as ages progressed,Now it is called Hallowe'en-The best holiday there has ever been.
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