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Here's who I am. Here's what I want. Here's why I can't get it. Here's why it's important now. Here's what I have to do. Or die trying. #vss10:57 AM Nov 6thfrom API
He was a former lottery millionaire. She, an ex-beauty queen. He didn't care if her child was his; the baby was what they needed next. #vss7:56 PM Oct 25thfrom web
She was stunning in her shoplifted suit. Security waived her through. After years of cleaning the office, she knew exactly where to go. #vss2:11 PM Oct 24thfrom web
He didn't know why he winked at the security camera. The police thought they knew. Across town, his brother rinsed the dye from his hair.5:33 PM Oct 20thfrom Tweetie
Tweets popped up long after his fatal heart attack. Mostly RT's till one read: "If you see this I was murdered. Wife or Ex. More soon." #vss2:41 PM Oct 14thfrom web
I kept the wallet that flew out the window. Don't remember the car. I was hungover and hoping for cash. When I saw the picture I froze. #vss7:45 PM Oct 10thfrom web
She decoded his family history: Addiction, anger, helplessness. Jail, divorce, food stamps. But what relative gave him deep bright eyes?#vss8:17 PM Sep 30thfrom web
"I hate those houses," he whispered. "Don't worry," she said, too loudly. He studied her stiff profile as the car snaked down the road. #vss10:03 PM Sep 28thfrom web
He was at the top of his game. He knew that meant he could only go down. The child was a stranger but had his eyes. "Hola," she said. #vss9:53 PM Sep 26thfrom web
As he played the guitar, the flakes colored his fingers red. The cop held his glass mid-air. An open case: strangulation, but messy. #vss4:23 PM Sep 26thfrom web
The maid started to have to make two beds. She mumbled to herself in Polish; the house took a day to clean, though it was immaculate. #vss7:21 AM Sep 24thfrom web
"Don't take my picture!" She wondered why he looked more panicked than angry. "Going on Facebook," the kids laughed across the mall. #vss1:04 PM Sep 18thfrom web
"I didn't like know what they were like doing until you know one looked bloody then I like freaked and dropped the lantern and ran...." #vss12:53 PM Sep 16thfrom web
All he could remember was a musty smell. An open suitcase in the hall. High doorknobs. Nothing to eat. He had no idea she was was a cop.#vss12:44 PM Sep 13thfrom web
"Hey, I'm just the messenger," he shrugged. She crumpled the letter; her hands frozen in fists. "Signature?" he said, suddenly nervous. #vss2:38 PM Sep 8thfrom web
God loves green and blue. Forrest Wood didn't. He was drawn to dark hues and painted mostly in black. He hated his parents, now dead. #vss7:50 AM Sep 5thfrom web
He avoided her table, her eyes. He couldn't place her but knew she was watching. She wrote in small letters on the bill: "I won't tell."#vss2:29 PM Sep 3rdfrom web
Cotton candy sky. Salty breeze. Sun lightly burning his chest. Seagulls, breaking waves. Rum coke. He didn't dare smile with her around.#vss8:09 PM Sep 1stfrom API
She kept the bank account from when she was single. The statements still went to her parents'. She forgot till their 11th anniversary. #vss7:56 PM Aug 29thfrom API
"Found him on the beach. Look: his clothes don't fit. Still have tags on 'em." Was it sweat, tears or the salty breeze that blinded him?#vss2:50 PM Aug 26thfrom web
