He drops me at a bus station and speeds away. I don’t know where I am or how to ask.
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He drops me at a bus station and speeds away. I don’t know where I am or how to ask.
Months after my 37-year-old husband dies, I discover the borrowed Vivaldi album tucked among our other LPs.
Tantrum. We've dealt with her public meltdowns for years.
Across the room, the most gorgeous and popular boy in school — tall, blonde, athletic and artsy. A damn Norse god come to life.