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Grace burrows into the hood of her orange sweatshirt and curls into pink plush on the couch. She complains of a sore throat, but she has no fever. Of course, it's only 49 degrees in the house. "I can't feel my fingers," she moans. "Do you want some gloves?" "No. Then...
She’s never been on a date. Looking in the mirror, she tries not to grimace at herself. It’s not that she doesn’t like what she sees; it’s more that, inwardly, it feels like a sin to be dissatisfied. She’s pretty enough to have dated several guys. To have flirted. To...
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I've officially awakened from my tryptophan coma, which means it's officially time for the Christmas season to begin! The passing of Thanksgiving means that many of us are probably getting the Christmas decorations down from the attic, and the children are working...
All moments funnel into one, swirl faster in eye-blurring fury and collide, shatter in slow motion. Metal against metal. I see the bike spin and slide across the concrete. D slams the car to a stop in the middle of the road and leaps out. I freeze in my seat,...
I see the point of a soft pink triangle that cuts between two pine trees to...
Oh, LORD, I'm afraid of when the rain comes! I spent my lunch break on the...
Smalltown Poets is a band that's new to me but not new to the music scene. I...
I woke up on my birthday knowing it would be different. The way you know...
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