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“Come on, Rae,” Harper whines for about the millionth time. “Please?” It’s the las..

Graduation was, in a single word, tedious. Never mind the fact that this was the symbolic crossing from childhood int..

Harper pokes my arm a couple of times, like a child. “What?” I ask in my most mother-ish tone, the on..

A cluster of bells chimes noisily above my head as I push the door open; immediately, I am surprised by the neatnes..

Clarkston, population 1,024 (plus one, minus one, according to the boy,) is the kind of town where there is only on..

Next to me, the phone drones on obnoxiously. I groan, rolling over. “You gon’ geh thah?” Harpe..

Jack smiles widely, flashing his perfectly straight pearly white- including one that is chipped slightly at the cor..

“So, tell me about yourself. I don’t really know much about you,” Jack prompts. “What&rs..

I glance over my shoulder (completely not conspicuously), and thankfully, I see no sign of Jack. “Why are y..