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At
seven a.m., the brass alarm clock next to my bed rings. My eyes fly
open and I sit bolt upright. I reach over and silence the clamor.
A dewy..
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I
spend half a second too long staring as he sits down, towering out the
awkward folding seat. From the peripheries of my vision, I see a few
h..
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My
thoughts swirl in my head. Where should I even begin? The stalkerish
phone calls? The tattling to Schwartz? The flagrant disrespect of the
in..
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At nine o’clock, when I’ve already had dinner and settled on the couch, a reply from Schwartz pops up in my inbox. Schyler, how about ten..
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A thinking woman's romance. Professor of Renaissance Literature Schyler Montgomery has more walls up than Troy and a demeanor colder than the 7th cir..
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At
three o’clock the house echoes with the sound of bells. In the nadir of
activity when the guests from the previous night have all gone an..
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After
a flurry of passing dishes and searching for misplaced serving
utensils, all the guests relish the few bites and complement the food to
ob..
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Clark
and Emily’s suite comprises three narrow rooms that stretch the length
of the dining room and kitchen on the other side of the wall. T..
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Snow
beautifies everything: the arthritic branches, darkened street, dead
and dying-back yards. Helen walks with her hands buried in the pockets
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At a bed-and-breakfast in Connecticut, the lives of eight guests intertwine during the course of a single, eventful night.
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