She will take one look at me and she will know. Mother will somehow smell it, sense it, feel it. I do not want to go...
“So … do you like him?” My friend’s grin, when I caught it from across the table, was different – broad, baring teeth different – from...
At first, it was a mild itch – one I could ignore. So I continued to fiddle with my phone, checking for recent updates on Facebook...
The poster is old. There are folds around its edges. I reach out to straighten them. I know it is useless but I try. Slowly, my...
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