One and Sixty-seven

It went through such rapid contortions that the little bear was forced to change his hold on it so many
times he became confused in the darkness, and could not, for the life of him, tell whether he held the
sheep right side up, or upside down. But that point was decided for him a moment later by the animal
itself, who, with a sudden twist, jabbed its horns so hard into his lowest ribs that he gave a grunt of
anger and disgust.
Patrick didn't want to go. The fact that she was insisting they must go made him want to go even less.
He had no desire to make small talk with strangers he would never again see just to be polite. But she
insisted that Patrick go, and she would soon find out that this would be the biggest mistake she could
make in their relationship.
Josh had spent year and year accumulating the information. He knew it inside out and if there was
ever anyone looking for an expert in the field, Josh would be the one to call. The problem was that
there was nobody interested in the information besides him and he knew it. Years of information
painstakingly memorized and sorted with not a sole giving even an ounce of interest in the topic.
It was easy to spot her. All you needed to do was look at her socks. They were never a matching pair.
One would be green while the other would be blue. One would reach her knee while the other barely
touched her ankle. Every other part of her was perfect, but never the socks. They were her micro act
of rebellion.
The red glint of paint sparkled under the sun. He had dreamed of owning this car since he was ten,
and that dream had become a reality less than a year ago. It was his baby and he spent hours caring
for it, pampering it, and fondling over it. She knew this all too well, and that's exactly why she had
taken a sludge hammer to it.
Terrance knew that sometimes it was simply best to stay out of it. He kept repeating this to himself as
he watched the scene unfold. He knew that nothing good would come of him getting involved. It was
far better for him to stay on the sidelines and observe. He kept yelling this to himself inside his head
as he walked over to the couple and punched the man in the face.
Brock would have never dared to do it on his own he thought to himself. That is why Kenneth and he
had become such good friends. Kenneth forced Brock out of his comfort zone and made him try new
things he'd never imagine doing otherwise. Up to this point, this had been a good thing. It had
expanded Brock's experiences and given him a new appreciation for life. Now that both of them were
in the back of a police car, all Brock could think was that he would have never dared do it except for
the influence of Kenneth.
The answer was within her reach. It was hidden in a box and now that box sat directly in front of her.
She'd spent years searching for it and could hardly believe she'd finally managed to find it. She
turned the key to unlock the box and then gently lifted the top. She held her breath in anticipation of
finally knowing the answer she had spent so much of her time in search of. As the lid came off she
could see that the box was empty.
The headache wouldn't go away. She's taken medicine but even that didn't help. The monstrous
throbbing in her head continued. She had this happen to her only once before in her life and she
realized that only one thing could be happening.
It was a weird concept. Why would I really need to generate a random paragraph? Could I actually
learn something from doing so? All these questions were running through her head as she pressed the
generate button. To her surprise, she found what she least expected to see.
Dave found joy in the daily routine of life. He awoke at the same time, ate the same breakfast and
drove the same commute. He worked at a job that never seemed to change and he got home at 6 pm
sharp every night. It was who he had been for the last ten years and he had no idea that was all about
to change.
She needed glasses. It wasn't that she couldn't see without them, but what she could see with them.
When she wore glasses, her eyes focused so deeply that she could see not only the physical but also
beyond. It was like a superpower. But she needed glasses.
The leather jacked showed the scars of being his favorite for years. It wore those scars with pride,
feeling that they enhanced his presence rather than diminishing it. The scars gave it character and had
not overwhelmed to the point that it had become ratty. The jacket was in its prime and it knew it.
They say you only come to peace with yourself when you know yourself better than those around
you. Derick knew nothing about this. He thought he had found peace but this was an illusion as he
was about to find out with an unexpected occurrence that he actually knew nothing about himself.
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved
one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s
cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. One dollar
and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas...