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Never completing ironic tales. The end.

taking a chance with one's life, moving at a different pace than the rest, a better pace than the rest, the all-knowing, the safe, the "successful". are they doing what I should? or i they? doing what I feel? or is it fearing what they do? "this is what i know," we proclaim with passion, but is that the truth? has a feeling led us down this path, or has a lack of feeling left us here? stranded. we scoff at their attitudes, but envy their possessions. we act noble and high-minded, but the fear...

Jacob wanted to make as few trips as possible, so he arrived at his dorm with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and an overflowing laundry bag tossed over the other. Either the two bags were balancing him out, or he had remarkably strong legs for a 130-pound freshman. Whatever the case, he managed to navigate the hallway and find his room before gravity had done too much damage. A sticker on the door read "Jacob Samuels" and had some small doodles on it. The artist's rendering of a footbal...