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  1. I knew there was no way I was getting back into the frat house unseen the next morning. That notion faded as quickly as the sun came up. Instead of trying, I put my shoes on as quietly as possible, and crept out of Peter’s room without waking him up. I could go into vivid detail about what Pete and I did the night before… the things we discussed, the drinks we had… but it all seems useless. Suffice it to say, nothing sexual happened. We talked. We talked about m
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  2. “Who are we picking up first?” Dillon asked. He was somewhat nervous about this. “Your date,” Mark answered, making a sharp turn down a street. So far, they hadn’t left their neighborhood. “Can I at least know her name at this point? So I’m not all like, hey… you,” Dillon frowned. “Allison,” Mark chuckled. And Dillon still didn’t know who that was. Dillon plopped back into his seat and watched the twilight sky. It was only seven, and the sun was mostly hidden between houses and t
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  3. “Explain to me again why I should get married.” "I must not have been clear, just now, when I was explaining about the new law." Kit’s hands were folded neatly, businesslike, on the table. His foot tapped a silent, nervous staccato on the floor, out of sight from Tobias, the man seated across from him. "Ah yes, the new law" Tobias spoke softly, his voice a desert wind on a starry night. "This would be the law allowing same sex couples to marry?" "Not that one." Kit was appalled at his o
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  4. Mitch watched Josh idly flipping TV channels in only a pair of shorts and flip-flops. The bright afternoon sunshine streamed through the window and highlighted the hair on Josh's tanned legs, as well as a little in the center of his chest, creating a golden halo around his body that Mitch had to smile about. Mitch recognized that Josh's body was maturing; his beard was a little heavier, shoulders a bit broader, and he was starting to grow more body hair. Mitch thought Josh was becoming a very ha
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  5. Epilogue – (10 Years Later) The woman, sitting in the plush leather chair, patiently waited. Her long blond hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail. Pale shimmery eye shadow and the slightest hint of pink lip gloss was a smart choice. She looked posh and confident, waiting for the man on the other side of the wide wooden desk to finish reviewing her qualifications. “Well, Mrs. Mitchell,” The man said looking up from the papers. “I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s Ms. Mitchell,” Shelby politely correct
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  6. CHAPTER 43 --==Tom’s POV==-- At first I hated Taylan for having done that. But as we drove back, I knew he’d forced me to do a good thing; it just took me a while to see why he’d done it. I had wanted to scream. Scream at Taylan for being this huge asshole, bringing me out here, forcing me to do this, to say goodbye. I didn’t want to say goodbye, I didn’t need to say goodbye. Wasn’t it good enough that he was dead already? Did he have to rub it in again, by bringing me here? I wanted to s
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  7. Two Adrian met them at the airport. Alexi drank in the sight of him like a starved animal. Adrian stood out in the small waiting crowd. He was handsome as always in black boots, long legs encased in sexy fit dark denim, and those broad shoulders looked inviting in a fitting black blazer. Adrian’s full smile showed off perfect teeth. Alexi met his deep green eyes and a fraction of the world righted itself. “It looks like he’s taken up art,” Lily noted beside him. Her comment brought atten
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  8. Bad Day Stephen del Mar I hate winter. It’s dark when I go to work. It’s dark when I come home. Slush, snow, ice and the never-ending procession of potholes that threaten to rip a wheel off my car. I get home and I can’t even park the car in the garage. The fucking asshole I live with, aka my husband and the man I love, has filled the garage with so much shit all you can do is walk through it to get into the house. Note to self: next time I fall madly in love, and I’m in love, ask if he has
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  9. Thought to be extinct, until… I read on this on the internet. I followed a link that I had seen on a news page. ‘Scientists make dead alive’. The title had captured my interest. This sounded like a sensation and I clicked the link out of curiosity. However, the article was not about what I had expected to find. They had not revived a corpse or brought back to life a deceased. No, the article was about scientists who were working on the genetic material of extinct species. They had made prog
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  10. Chapter 17 High Rock - Part 1 “We promise to be careful and not do anything stupid. We just wanna show Joey around and some of the things we can do later when he’s 100 percent. It’s peaceful and beautiful up there.” I walked over to Joey, sat on the arm of the chair, and placed my hand on his shoulder. “He deserves a break from all this stuff he’s had to deal with.” “Wait just a minute, Andy.” Dad’s voice went from the sweet gentle
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  11. There are a hundred and one obligations that come with being Greek at Old Dominion University. In order to understand these obligations, one must first understand the system itself. When I was at OD, there were 14 national fraternities and 5 national sororities. 97%, or roughly every English speaking student, joined some sort of Greek house. Within this system, there was a clearly defined hierarchy. Four frats stood above the rest as the Big Four. Seven or eight
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  12. Nothing is Certain but Death and Texas Chicago, Illinois Death Gary was worried about Richard—the new Asclepius. Something was troubling the boy, something associated with death. Gary wouldn’t read him, but hoped that I could help. I joined them for a Saturday breakfast. Richard had been right: Saturday breakfast wasn’t about a meal. It was about ritual and celebration. Gary had begun the tradition the morning after Nemesis had rescued Bobby, and Gary had learned that for a long time B
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  13. A Botched Saturday “The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason.” —Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanac The boy licked salty blood from the cut on his lip. He was hungry, but the dumpster smelled too bad to look for food, there. Sometimes one of the girls from the bar would bring her trick into the alley. Sometimes, he could beg a dollar from the girl. Sometimes he could get enough money to buy a little food. Not often, and, so far, not tonight. His head spun, and he passe
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  14. Chapter 16 It’s in the Cards Dad made me stay home, while Joey and Roger went to school on Tuesday, but he promised if I didn’t have any problems, I could return to school on Wednesday. To say I was bored, would be like saying Justin Bieber had a few fans. Okay, I guess to be honest, for about two hours, I did enjoy myself. I had recorded Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, and after breakfast, I watched the movie in my bedroom. It wa
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  15. Walking in the front door, Gibby was greeted by the delicious aroma of tangy tomato and cheese that filled the house. The smell tingled his nose bringing a loud growl from his teenage stomach. He wasn’t hungry until now. That sandwich had done little to keep his hunger at bay and the thought of his dad’s twice baked spaghetti had his mouth watering. “Wow, you’re home early.” Gibby shouted towards the kitchen as he pulled out the small bundle of back-to-school paperwork that had to be complet
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  16. Chapter 15 Lessons “Andy… Andy… ANDY… Are you in there?” I groaned and turned my head towards the voice. “Ah, there you are. How are you feeling?” I opened my eyes to see Nurse Nancy standing beside me. “Where… where am I?” “You were brought in to the Emergency Room because of that nasty bump on your head, child.” She took my hand in hers for reassurance. The expression on her face was all knowing. Confidant. “
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  17. Gibby stood in the hallway like a doof, wondering if he should knock on the closed door or just go inside. He heard a female voice coming from the classroom. She didn’t sound mean or upset, in fact she sounded kind of pleasant. Opening the door far enough to peek inside, his fears were met with a warm smiling face. “You must be Gibson,” Ms. Stein was very petite and looked like Tinkerbelle. Her short blond hair framed her pretty face. Every head in the classroom turned to stare at him stan
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  18. Chapter 14 Visions “Andy,” Joey whispered from behind me. With my name spoken so softly, he had my full attention. Everything else was forgotten, I turned and faced him. He shook his head and put his hand on my chest. The sympathy in his eyes broke my heart and immediately stilled my anger. He glanced at JT before he said anything more to me. “He’s not to blame. He’s only doing what he was told to do. I know his fear. I’ve live
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  19. Two weeks later, and Dillon was still committed to football practice. All of his sunburn had turned to a tan, and his mother hated him for it. When she burned, she didn’t tan. Dillon was almost as tanned as Mark. Not that he noticed. Summer just suited Mark. He obviously liked the outdoor sports—the outdoors. And when he ran, or when Dillon was actually able to watch, Mark was amazing. His strong legs and wide stride down the field, the bunch of the muscles in his back as his arms pumped
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  20. After the incident in the restaurant, Gibby didn’t leave his bedroom for two days. Loud alternative rock music shook the walls and rattled the window panes of the Robinsons’ rented home. Worried that the noise would disturb their new neighbors, Jonathan ventured out onto the front lawn to make sure that the nearby homes couldn’t hear the music beyond the muffled thump of the bass. The last thing he wanted was for one of the residents of Shepherd’s Crook to call the cops on them. If it weren’
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  21. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, sleepy head!” Jonathan shouted from the bottom step as his voice carried up to Gibby’s bedroom. There was shuffling, followed by a thump, and then a loud groan from upstairs. “Oh my god, Dad, really? It’s not even eight o’clock yet.” Gibby grumbled from over the banister, glaring down at his father. Gibby’s t-shirt and boxer shorts were crumpled and his hair stuck out in every direction, making a halo around his head in the morning light. “I told Dr. Warner that
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  22. Dillon stared out the car window as they merged off the highway. The blur of green fields slowed into shapes—tall corn stalks, farms, and trees. Flat land. The occasional horse or a few cows. “We’re almost there!” Dillon’s mother, Joann, exclaimed and pointed at the fast approaching green and white sign. Gretna, Nebraska. Doom of all dooms. What right-minded family moved to Gretna, Nebraska? Dillon’s parents had moved away just before he was born, and seventeen years later they were
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  23. Chapter 13 Dreams The silence in the room was kinda terrifying. I didn’t expect to be yelled at; I mean, I knew that they all loved me, but I wasn’t expecting the complete silence that filled the room. I didn’t sense anger or disappointment in the air from Dad, Aunt Alice, or Uncle Steve. However, after my announcement, their attention immediately shifted from Joey and me, to Roger, and I didn’t know why. Joey nervousl
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  24. “Jeez, are we there yet?” Gibby impatiently whined, for the hundredth time, as he popped out his earbuds, draping the cords around his neck, still blaring alternative rock music. Dr. Jonathan Robinson rolled his eyes at his son and chuckled, “Yep, we’re there.” He said sarcastically, “Get the hell out of the car.” Gibby squirmed in his seat causing the stiff black leather to creak underneath him. There was no use trying to get comfortable. “Seriously, Dad, my ass fell asleep two states back.
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  25. Chapter 12 Answered Prayers We played a two hour game of cut-throat Risk, which I won. It was just too easy when I started off with most of North America from the draw of cards, but, I took it easy and kinda toyed with them until Roger, who started with Australia, tried to take over Asia. After the game, Aunt Alice fixed us hotdogs and chips for dinner. We took off for my house, after we ate, to watch some movies. Roger picked out C
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  26. Chapter 11 Keeping the Faith I felt the sun on my face the next morning, as it came through my window. Its warmth on my body didn’t compare to the warmth I felt in my soul, from Joey. The sun’s rays highlighted Joey’s golden hair, almost making it look, as if he was wearing a crown of gold, or better yet, had a halo encircling his head like an angel. I knew there were many obstacles we would have to overcome in life, but I was certa
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  27. Chapter 10 When it Rains it Pours Mr. Horn quickly stepped between JT and me, before any blows could be thrown. Mr. Horn’s presence reassured me, but wasn’t doing much to ease my anger. Before another word could be spoken, a city cop rushed up and asked JT and his father to follow him towards the parking lot. The officer made it clear that this wasn’t a request; they had to leave or they would be going to jail. As JT was turning to leave
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  28. Chapter 9 His Knight “Uh, Roger, umm, this isn’t what it looks like. Uh…” I managed to stutter out. I knew I looked like a bank robber who had a trail of money that lead right to his feet with every shirt and pants pocket stuffed full of stolen money, and asked the cop that stopped him, ‘What money?’ I blushed furiously, while I tried to think of a quick cover story. “Okay, Andy,” began Roger, as he raised his eye brows, and leaned again
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  29. Upon waking the next morning, the first thing Blake did was reach for his phone to check if Haze had responded to his text message. After blinking the sleep from his tired, bleary eyes he tried to contain his disappointment as once again the usual backdrop to his phone came to life, but nothing more. No new texts. Nothing from Haze. To be fair, Blake quickly reasoned with himself, it wasn’t as if his text last night actually required a response. It hadn’t even really prompt for one. All he’d
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  30. If Blake had been able to see all of the houses in Kulibari Bay at once, in some sort of police line-up, he felt certain he could have guessed this one belonged to Mrs Herrington. Standing in front of the place now, it seemed obvious to him, with its huge second floor balcony overlooking the bay, its wall-to-floor windows, and its spacious lawns and gardens. Whereas every other house in town seemed to be made of fibro, this one was at least partially concrete, the first story rendered and pai
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  31. Epilogue The next day was a master class in anticipation. It was weird; I looked forward to seeing Chase swim so badly, everything else just kind of melted into the background. Before I could hop in the passenger’s side of his car at 2:00 and make the one hour trip to Waco, I had several stops to make. I took the form that Mitchell had signed for me and returned it to the student health center so that my work there was done. There was one follow up course four weeks later, bu
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  32. On at least some level, Blake had always been aware that he was an unusually anxious person, beset with fears and worries well beyond those of other people, other normal people anyway. ‘Neurotic’ his mother had called him, even as a small child, although she could hardly point the finger herself. It hadn’t taken years of therapy or some ‘breakthrough’ for Blake to figure this out about himself. He had confidently identified the problem to his psych at their first session, having prepared meti
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  33. “Wait, wait, wait,” Jill interrupted, holding up her hand before Haze had managed to finish his first sentence. She sat bolt upright on her seat, Blake observed, hawkish and imposing, her voice stern and her eyes hard. “Why were they doin’ a swim-through in the first place?” she demanded. Everyone turned back to Haze. “Because they wanted to?” he answered, sardonically, defensively. “How should I know?” “And you let them?” she shrilled. There was the sound of people shifting uncom
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  34. For the longest moment all Blake could hear was a seemingly ubiquitous high pitching ringing in his ears. He could see Nats and Jill speaking urgently to one of the Italian girls, he could even tell that they were shouting from the looks on their faces, but he couldn’t seem to make sense of their words. They were standing right in front of him, but he got the impression they were somehow far away. It was as if his brain had shut down. He hadn’t managed to grasp anything that’d happened since he’
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  35. Blake had been dreading the morning since long before he was awake enough to know why. While asleep, he had curled into a ball and buried himself beneath the sheets and pillows, as if cowering from consciousness itself. Eventually though, the irritating sunlight streaming through the window dragged his mind to the surface, forcing him to open one eye, just a crack. Even that hurt. The light was like a dagger, piercing straight through his eyeball and into his skull. He quickly squeezed it shu
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  36. The assembly of people with Blake at the bar that night were spread across a long wooden table, seated two or three to each of the wooden, backless bench-chairs tucked underneath. It had been decided that everyone would sit inside the bar that night, at a table, so that they could order something to eat as well as to drink. Blake disliked most social settings, but in particular he hated the ‘beer hall’ configuration that so often seemed to occasion birthday dinners involving large groups o
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  37. Blake’s trembling right hand was buried inside his pocket, fingers caressing the tiny plastic bubble with the silvery foil that lay there, safely tucked away. It was calling to him and he touched it compulsively, longingly. Its enticing presence promised him relief. Relief from the pain, relief from the bad things he was feeling; an end to his suffering. Thus far, he had resisted the siren’s call, despite a hellish night of anxious dreams and restless sleep. However now, standing in front of
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  38. “Um ... son?” Blake snapped opened his eyes, forcing a reluctant mind to surface and to deal with the outside world once more. The first thing it noticed was that his breathing had slowed, back to a normal pace. He felt a great deal of relief for this. It meant that his panic attack was now over. “Err ... ya okay son?” Obviously, the ringing in his ears had abated too. He could clearly hear that someone was talking to him and the words were even making sense. He turned towards the voice
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  39. Blake was feeling cautiously optimistic as he arrived at work on Friday. He’d gone to bed the night before with a sense of dread for the coming morning, but that had so far proved unwarranted. He had managed to go about his morning routine in pretty much the same way as the day before, barely noticing the absence of the medication. Perhaps he really didn’t need it after all? He made a beeline for Nats who greeted him with her typical enthusiasm before launching into a tirade about a friend of
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  40. Specimen’s name: Spencer Height: 6’1 Build: 190 (muscular) Occupation: Student, Swimmer Age: 18 Dimensions: 7’’ cut The idea for the list came about on the second day of school. I was living in a dorm suite, like all freshmen had to. As far as this one went, though, it was pretty nice. I settled on going to school at SMU because they did have the best dorms of any school I’d visited. Plus, living a couple of hours away from my parents w
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  41. Part 1 Endings and Beginnings The subtle vibrations of the paved road had given way to the bumpier terrain five minutes back as the weathered blue pick-up truck turned onto some obscure dirt road Tracey was sure he wouldn’t be able to pick out again if he had to. Somehow, as if that thought wasn’t unsettling enough, the rocky climb up the bluff had him bouncing uncomfortably against the steel door frame, and the occasional jolt that heaved him forward without warning, was start
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  42. Time, as inconsiderate as always, ground onward with no regard for the two lover's needs. Wrapped together in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets they slept the night away in the comfort of each other's arms, waking from time to time to fly again before going back to sleep. Alas, all too soon it was morning, and time to wake up. With barely a groan, Eric silenced the alarm clock before it could wake up Jason and went back to sleep himself. Predictably, someone noticed Jason's sleeping in.
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  43. The next morning their schedules continued as normal. Ronan spent an hour or two drilling Jason and Paul in self defense, mostly making them work through various moves and styles he'd been teaching them. He'd said months ago, "Either you understand what I've been telling you about the mindset of a fight, or you don't. Droning on about it won't help either way -- only being forced to use the knowledge. Be ready for that day, but rest assured I won't bring it down on you simply to temper the s
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  44. Everyone stared as the man clutched his head and groaned for a moment, before his eyes began to glass over. He slowly crumpled to the ground, muscles failing him as he fell deeper and deeper under the spell of one word. "Sleep!" he had been commanded, and despite a valiant battle, he was going to do just that. Still, his struggle was sufficient to keep him from going so deeply asleep as to loose all muscle control; a small mercy, to be sure, but still a mercy. The others in the cell re
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  45. Ronan opened a bottle of champaign for the occasion -- ignoring his usual rules on alcohol and minors. "To Jason's acquittal!" he held his glass up high, and everyone else followed suit. Jason just smiled. It had been a long three months. A long, tiring, nasty three months since he'd gone in. As they'd worried, the cops had jumped on him as a chance to close a very nasty case... but they just couldn't make it. In fact, they'd admitted that the DA was screwing up even as they slapped the
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  46. The pain, the anger, was too great. Jason simply shut down, memories coming in short pulses like photographs etched with the acid of human lives on his soul. One: The figure on the rooftop jerked back for a second, before toppling over the edge. He didn't see where he'd hit him. Two: He'd swung around, pistol still held in two hands. Red hair framed the face, and blue eyes opened wide as the left shoulder became a bloody ruin. Three: Jason corrected his aim and the blue eyes gazed
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  47. Jason stumbled to his bedroom, unable to see, unable to think, unable even to feel. He couldn't take it. He closed the door behind him and collapsed onto the bed, legs pressed up against his chest as tears flowed. He needed to pay and Ronan wouldn't let him do it that way. Now he'd just come in and take it when Jason wasn't ready. Jason didn't hear the door open, but when a hand landed on his shoulder he froze. Ronan lifted him out of bed, effortlessly, then started pulling off his shoes. Jas
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  48. When Jason opened his eyes the next morning, he just about screamed in pain and agony -- such abuse was unthinkable! Groaning as he threw the covers off his body he slipped his legs over the bed, and froze suddenly. Firstly, where was he? This wasn't one of his friend's houses, or his neighbors house either -- and of course, not his own bedroom, he'd hardly expect that at this point. The bigger problem was what was under the covers. He did not own these boxers -- he'd never wear something s
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  49. Getting up from his 'worship' of the porcelain god, Jason stumbled out of the bathroom with Ronan's help the whole way, dropping by the sink to rinse his mouth out quickly on the way. Lara was sitting in one of the chairs, looking concerned, but remained uncharacteristically silent, anger rising in her eyes as she looked at Jason. "I'm sorry..." he apologized in a whisper. "Sorry?" the heat in her voice could boil lava, and as she continued the derision could have stripped paint from the wall
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  50. Sorry Mom by Duncan Ryder Spring, and the hardest trip home I’ve ever made. Confession time. A confession I’d promised myself I’d never make. For years, it’s been so easy. I’ve never had a reason. Now I do. He’s sitting beside me, his hand resting lightly on my thigh. Chi Ng. The love of my life. The man who assures me moment to moment, with every glance, every smile, every stray and tender touch of his hand, that I am the love
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