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The Things We Do For Love
The Things We Do For Love Written by Nix “Get up.” “What?” My mother asked groggily, staring at me through half-opened eyes. “Why?” “I need a ride. I have to go to 7:30 Mass,” I answered, bouncing from foot to foot, my eyes darting to the time on my parents’ bedroom clock radio. “Huh? Are you kidding? Why?” “Because,” I stammered, “I…really, really…love…Jesus?” The truth was I really, really loved Danny O’Reilly, a boy one year ahead of me at our Catholic grade school and he was the altar boy for that week’s 7:30am Mass. I would—and did—lose sleep over …
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Is she or isn’t she?
Is she or isn’t she? Written by Nix Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. The eternal chant. If it rained, if it was humid, if that Winter kid shoved me into the jets of a sprinkler… Me and my hair. Curling up. Refusing to lie down and take it like all the other smooth, straight tresses of the 70’s. How could anything that resided so close to my brain consistently fail to know what I wanted? Kids today, they just don’t know. All the products and styling tools out there. And to meet me now, you’d never know. “Your hair isn’t really …
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