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I found hope after a cheap meal, tossed onto our table like an afterthought. I did not tell you of the little miracle hidden away between the folds, just slipped the scrap of paper into my pocket, and savored the taste of the sweet golden future.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
Fortune Cookie
I found hope after a cheap meal, tossed onto our table like an afterthought. I did not tell you of the little miracle hidden away between the folds, just slipped the scrap of paper into my pocket, and savored the taste of the sweet golden future.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
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