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By Emily Murphy He first visited her in high school. Senior year. Study hall. He sat there, shoulders hunched, head hanging forward, long legs stretched out into the aisle. He drummed the fingers of his right hand on the desk before him. He had penetrating eyes, probably blue, the kind…
By Carol L. Wright Shut up in a dusty attic was about the last place I wanted to be on the first really sunny Saturday of the spring. But how could I say no? “Dory, dear,” my mom said when she called. “I need your help.” I knew when she…
By Marie Anderson Someone was stealing Rose’s newspaper. Every morning at six, she’d hear the delivery van slow and the rolled-up paper thud into her driveway. She liked hearing the soft sound of the world’s news arriving at her home while she snuggled under two thick quilts in her cozy…
By Liz Chang She’s coming to the park near your house in Julyand in January, days after your diagnosis,you marked you were “interested.” I had no idea you loved her—or even liked her—and I wanted to ask you about it, to hold up my love next to yours,watch the light…