Unscripted: My Own Story

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... this. Constant arguments, me always a

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za box into the o

ring.

deadlines: a travel piece on hidden NYC gems, a tech re

h during my lunch breaks to bring her food and company. My younger brother, Chris, also calle

umes, caffeine, an

e was consumed by an u

from his laptop where he was designing a digital flyer. "I

ng to decipher my scribbled notes for

ame weekend as my deadline for the tec

. "Seriously? This is importan

and my family, a

dy messy hair. "But this is a one-time opportunity. You can write you

ightened on

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good at those." He offered it li

of my stress, my re

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, she'd make it w

can't, Jake. I'm alre

genuinely disappointed, l

k to his screen. "Guess I'll go

around when we were fighting. The one whose texts were a little t

formed in

my voice flat.

already lost in

en at the insistent, shimmering wo

lot like a tragedy in the maki