"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

You might have made me hate assigned readings in high school (I'm sorry but I don't understand the "deeper" meaning of The Old Man and the Sea or believe that there is even a deeper meaning), but Ernest Hemingway you got me on this six word memoirs thing. It's like super-condensed PostSecret.

I still make coffee for two.
After Harvard, had baby with crackhead.
She said she was negative. Damn.
Red-eye. Him window. Me aisle. Love.

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