

Finding Emery~Finding Emery~ A Short Story GAPman416Finding Emery
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The only thing separating Emery from running in the light rain was a mere window. He longed to escape and be free, free from this life, from this current occupancy inside of a dark, damp emporium. He wished to just be able to quit from his job (which was the only way he could eat) and run away, maybe not just by himself, maybe with He pondered this question, just as hes been pondering what he should do with his life. A customer came in. Jack Danielson: the old man who lives alone next to Emerys apartment, just like Emery.
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where angels fear to trade
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-Happily in my own little world where only you and I can roam around together-
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-Happily in my own little world where only you and I can roam around together-
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-Happily in my own little world where only you and I can roam around together-
~wickywooster~
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A pencil, is natural... the camera is rigid...
To make film an extestion of ones eye is as hard or more so than to make a pencil an extetion of ones hand...
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