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“Good morning, Miss Dalrymple. I’m sorry to have to bring you in today,” Vice Principal Greenleaf said in his most solemn voice.“Morning, sir. Don’t be sorry. My old auntie Daisy always said any day you wake up is a good day.”The young teacher’s cheerful disposition radiated in the shaded administrative office. Greenleaf adjusted his tie
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A small white butterfly fluttered around Clara and a clump of buttercups. The girls had been making daisy chains from wildflowers in the garden near Clara’s house.“I have to go.” Jadzia turned her face to the sun and appeared to study the cloudless sky.“Wait it’s too early. Don’t go,” Clara pleaded. “You said you would
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Single file, Annabel, Butter, and Cami hiked into the rising purple. Annabel, naturally, was in the lead. She was the bravest of the three friends, the bravest person in Dauphin Falls, and possibly the bravest person on the planet. She cuts her own bangs. Cami, with her long lean legs, strode closely behind Annabel matching
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A poem where each line ends with a word made from the letters of the single word title A weight barely bearable of being a parentHeavier than pushing a pramHarder than standing betwixt the world and my teenLift, lift each day on repeatMy love is a tender tether mistaken for a trapAs what was my
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“You’re that girl, ain’t ya?” The man said.Addison gave him the side eye and returned to stocking. She had clocked him the moment he stepped in the Shop Stop. Long dark coat, the man was skinny. Not lanky or a little underweight but rail thin, he bordered on meth chic. His skin was pale and
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“It’s true I read it on the internet. Crows can recognize faces and even hold grudges. There was this study at the University of Washington where researchers wore masks to test crows’ facial recognition,” Maisie sputtered to a stop at the bemused look on her wife’s face.Maisie tossed down her spoon into her oatmeal bowl.
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Held, beheld, belovedSquishy soft and warm in my fingersBrowsing the shelvesWith my hands and my eyesUntil I find the perfect skein Beheld, beloved, heldHours, days, weeksI carry my knitting with me alwaysStealing curls of time with my needles Beloved held beheldPicot edges frame your faceYour small arms reach outIn woolly sleeves to me Emptying drawers
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Hold my handSnake your armWarm and firmAround my middleTuck your finger under my chinLifting up my head when it is downNever believe me when I say I’m fineBecause you know I’m fine meansI’m finally broken and empty and so very veryTired of being never enoughLook deep into my eyes again, againUntil I see me reflectedAnd
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I don’t remember when I first saw herProbably in the hallwaysMaybe in the cafeteriaOne pretty girl amongst pretty girlsPretty much the sameI remember when she saw meIn the library, study hall, second period Her eyes a little too big for her elfin face threw wideA cloud sailed away from the sun; I burned from her
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