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A letter to a penpal I had years ago.
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I look in the mirror, fingers tracing the scars. "I'm hideous," I whisper. These arms do not look human. These eyes are mine. Oh, God, I am not me. ..
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Sea of suitcases,pavement troubles,sidewalks full of the dreams of endless corporate drones.Giving in to the sweet seduction of coffee, twinkling buil..
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I watch the moon all night. I sing until the sun rises. Then I go back to freedom. To being whoever I want with no consequences. "Move on," they tel..
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Subway. Sitting there, watching the tunnels whip past. At this hour, the only other people on this train were either asleep or too absorbed in their ..
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A girl meets a homeless sax player on the way to aparty.
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Hazel strode into the ballroom, self conscious about her gown. Too fancy? Not fancy enough? She chewed on her bottom lip, an old nervous habit. She ha..
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For my grandfather, who I didn't live long enough to implant a memory.
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"Leela, I've had a really nice time," Kurt said, taking another sip of coffee. "Same here, Kurt. I mean, Dr. Kurt," she said with a wink. "People thi..
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Narrated by Death, set in Nazi Germany. And yes, it was inspired by The Book Thief.
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