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You told me, just when the bell rang after lunch. . .

Elanor, spelled without an

This is it, what I

Red hearts, from the start I knew it would be disaster. . .

It was a warm, breezy summer night. It was me and the whole gang together. I thought I

Constance killed herself, we were told one black Monday morning in the early November of our high school junior year. She had slit. . .

Dear Journal. . .

Her arched eyebrow spelled doom for my request. I had hoped for sympathy, a smile, maybe even an immediate drafting of a plan. . .

Jerry was a fat boy. He thought of himself as nothing more than that. . .