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I'm A Binge Writer. I Work In The Music Business Fulltime, In Artist Management And Developing Songwriters And Recording Artists, And So Juggling My Job I Carve Out As Much Time As I Can On The Weekends.

Was It Harder To Die, Or Harder To Be The One Who Survived?

I Left The Jutra To Chop Wood. I Began My Walk Through The Snow, Five Kilometers To The Tree Line. That's When I Saw It. A Tiny Silver Of Gold Appeared Between Shades Of Gray On The Horizon. I Stared At The Amber Band Of Sunlight, Smiling. The Sun Had Returned. I Closed My Eyes. I Felt Andrius Moving Close. "i'll See You," He Said. "yes, I Will See You," I Whispered "i Will." I Reached Into My Pocket And Squeezed The Stone.

We All Laced Together—a Brothel Madam, An English Professor, A Mute Cook, A Quadroon Cabbie, And Me, The Girl Carrying A Bucket Of Lies And Throwing Them Like Confetti.

How Did I Get Here How Did I End Up In The Arms Of A Boy I Barely Knew But Knew I Didn't Want To Lose I Wondered What I Would Have Thought Of Andrius In Lithuania. Would I Have Liked Him Would He Have Liked Me