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Freddie bit his lip to distract himself from the bead of sweat that rolled down his nose. Not only did he not want to shift his concentration, he didn’t have the hands to do so, as they were both occupied with the delicate task before him.
Bit by bit, he maneuvered the cutters into place, and after triple-checking to make sure they were where he wanted them, he forced them closed.
He saw that it wasn’t going to work almost immediately, but the bolt cutters were too heavy for him to risk dropping just to save the jar from falling. Then came the tinkle of breaking glass, and the sink was once again filled with glass shards and brine.
“Goddammit, Freddie,” his wife hollered from the living room, “just give up! You’re never going to open a pickle jar with bolt cutters!”Literature
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I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I do know it's cold, and I'm so very tired. Watching this rope I've been dangling from, unraveling a little more every day. Finally realizing the dark truth; sometimes holding on is harder than letting go.
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A Challenge
We all have a story
Hopes and dreams
A place where we belong
A song that makes our soul sing
An adventure that draws us together
And a person who lights our heart
We know each as we encounter them
Write each memory with the synapses
Of our hardships and triumphs
Yet, in our hearts, we long for more
Know that something is missing
The key that opens the gate
To who we are meant to be
Who we are meant to share our time with
And that person may not be
Who our mind chooses
But when we meet them
We simply know
I offer you that key
With an open heart
And challenge you
To see where it leads
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I had a conversation at work today about using the correct tools for the job, and this came out of part of it pertaining to opening pickle jars with bolt cutters
I had a conversation at work today about using the correct tools for the job, and this came out of part of it pertaining to opening pickle jars with bolt cutters
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I feel like this could be some sort of metaphor, but it's pretty hilarious. I was cackling because I just made pickles. Any one of my family has bolt cutters. Possiblities!
(Also I'm late but I'm going to be catching up on stories and so will be commenting sporadically)
(Also I'm late but I'm going to be catching up on stories and so will be commenting sporadically)