We come in
as children
and leave
as children.
It's the middle
part that's so
confusing.
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- A Wrong Turn
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- Things I've Lost
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- It's Not About You
- in passing
- Salmon
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- Catch and Release
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- Modern Life
- white shirt
- A Christmas Card
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- Spare Change
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- No Exit
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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