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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

“What We Have Here…”

by ggstrolia

His cowboy hat was askew and she had nothing in common with him. As far as she could see. Which would have been fine, except it mattered: she wanted to be in a relationship.

She looked idly up at the Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling. If people keep decorating seasonally and leaving it up because it looks good, where will this all end?

“Hi”, he said.

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Monday, August 8, 2011

“…is a failure to communicate.”

by ggstrolia

My armpits smelled and I owed gas money.

So it was decided that while my friends Neil and Martha stayed in the car and tanked it up, I’d make a run into the shop at the rest stop. Travel-size deodorant for me, and water and soda all ‘round, which would cover my share of gas money.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

199 Bottles of Weird on the Wall

by ggstrolia

Demarest Hall is a special-interest dorm at Rutgers University, one where I spent a very special year of my life. I’ve asked Grazina Strolia to write about Demarest and why she chose to live there. –NF

Ivy smiled at me.

She was the first person I met the first time I walked into Demarest.

In every other dorm I entered, I was greeted with blank stares or simply ignored. In Demarest, the moment I walked in, I was smiled at.


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