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They took selfies by the gravestone.

It turned out that brunch was actually the new brunch.

She thought he was weird for talking to himself. Then he took out his earbuds.

He wiped the last of his make up, resigned to the bathroom tile and wept.

She squashed the bee and resumed handing out bibles.

Eleven thousand dollars later, they conquered Kilimanjaro.

“It’s weird you keep doing this with a cover letter,” she said.

The bees went extinct, and the beekeepers transitioned to backyard chickens.

He took a picture on his phone of all the people on their phones and posted it to Instagram. His comment: The Walking Dead.

“I’m helping,” he said.

By the end they were a pair of mouths.

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They found new ways to arrange the couches.

Now she was worse than the absent father.

She successfully became an adult and felt like a failure.

"I'm fine," she said, and her nose snapped.

She wanted to sleep in with him forever, but then the world ended again.