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Falling for Love

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I don’t need to see his body to know that Nick would never choose to jump off the balcony. He was probably trying to save our cat, Meander, who had a habit of slipping between the door jam and my open legs, and before I knew it, she’d be up on the railing. I don’t mean to let her out all the time, I just can’t close the heavy sliding door fast enough to block her. If we owned the place, we would have replaced it. I don’t use the balcony often—I’m acrophobics —but I like a smoke now and [...] Continue reading

Hannah’s Mother

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Hannah’s hands were warm. Too warm. They were ruining the shortbread dough. “Mom?” Hannah sighed and smacked her palms in frustration. […]

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