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Holly followed Linda into the basement, having to see this for herself. At first, she had thought her friend was having her on when she said it was a s…
“Come on, Em, share!” Emily laughed as she painted jam on her last quarter of toast, then waved it in front of Denny’s face before cramming the whole p…
Inge tapped her foot on the floor, her mood fluctuating between anger and anxiety. Why was Avery bringing some random boxer into their home? Was she go…
Len and Nora loved bridges. They had met under one during a rainstorm. They had visited hundreds of bridges together since then. Len stood alone on the…
As the day grows long, and our shadows with it, we continue our trek along the ocean’s edge. How long have we been walking? It feels like years. We sta…
She came upon it at the edge of the lake, hidden by an old willow. She would have missed it, had she not tripped over a large root and somehow landed f…
“Perseverance,” Al started, cradling his stitched-up hand against his chest. “Pays off in the end,” Dean finished, knowing this talk by heart. “Cutting…
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