Snippets of another day

(Sentences from various false starts, middles and random sentences that once came into my mind.)


"One sec- There's something I forgot."
She ran back inside the double glass doors, only to return with a single cupcake. It was missing most of it's frosting and was lying upside-down in it's case, but she held it like it was the world to her.
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"I suppose you could say I'm offended, but I prefer to just be blunt and say I hate you."
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There were about sixteen people who meant the world to him, now that he thought about it. Perhaps that was fifteen too many.
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It was an accident when he opened his eyes. Seeing things for the first time- now that really made him scared.
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She gave a little twirl. 
"I think I'm in love!"
She was, of course, referring to herself.
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There aren't many things someone can give a person of nobility. It took him three days before he decided it was worthless to try and just bought her a beer instead.
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There was something about him. The way he walked, the way he carried himself; it all made him seem so weird. Or maybe it was the dying dragonfly he was carrying in his hands.
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"There are so many things I'd like to say to you all here tonight. But you see, I don't know... eh... excuse me for a moment. This isn't my speech."
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It was going to be hard to explain this one to the police.
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"Is this really how you want to live your life? Getting drunk guys to buy you drinks and stealing money from their wallets?"
There was a pregnant pause.
"...Yes."
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She poured herself a drink while she spoke, "I think we've been over this. I'm done."

The girl gave a frustrated sigh. "We need you! You can't just leave us out here like that!" 

"You? Need me? Ridiculous." She gave a shaky laugh. 

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If my life were a movie, this would be the climax.

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"So wait, are you saying you can just magically transform into anything you think of?"

"Yep."

"It's times like these I really wish you were on my side."

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"I'm not that stupid."

She held out a paper, after having studied it well. The contents were all ridicoulous tall tales, fairy tales even. The girl was sitting next to the liar, who had been the one to give her the paper. The liar shook her head sadly. It had probably been the third time this had happened. The girl and the liar may have been friends, but this was getting ridiculous. You can't just streatch the truth out like that.

"What kind of joke are you playing on me, anyways?"

It could have been a story, something purely fictioness (which is undoubtably was anyways). The main problem was the characters. And everything else. It told the tale of the liar and the girl. Going on an adventure together. It would have been alright, but it treated itself as non-fiction. And the girl in the story was quite different from the girl reading it. She was selfish and agressive. Not to mention some sort of demon.

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She places her bets on one of the horses. Everyone else does too. They know she's never wrong.

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He doesn't like her. It's hard to pin what's wrong with her, but something isn't right. He wishes she would have grown up more like her mother. Not as much like him.