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He watched them round the corner, toward the parking lot. Happy, laughing.
Foolish. So foolish. So stupid. Full of themselves, so confident. So sur..
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I have always wondered where people got the idea that climbing
into each other’s pants on the seat next to me in a tram, was acceptable
behavi..
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Her sneakers scuffed the cobble stone pavement, grinding the cuffs of her jeans into the muck. Humidity and drizzle flattened her hair against her fac..
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He stood against the furnace, a wine glass in his hand. She had never seen anyone so tall and imposing. So dark. Slowly, his face turned to see her st..
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She could feel his presence even before she saw him. He was sitting at the counter top, his fingers wrapped around a beige coffee cup.Her feet stopped..
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“What are you talking about?” Riley asked, unable to break free of his gaze. He smiled, and took another sip of coffee.“You have bee..
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It was the day she became a realist. She was 13 and the safe haven she had grown up in, was sinking. She wasn’t going to stand around and watch ..
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Without waiting for her response, he began to walk away, deeper into the woods. Biting her lip nervously, she followed him. The deeper they went into ..
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Before her lay a city, sparkling and shimmering under a luminescent orb, which spread over the ceiling. Reidar stepped next to her. “Impressive,..
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The
scrawlings of a thirteen year old girl met her gaze.
“It’s my first night at Crédere. I have never
before seen a city..
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