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Red. Off to my right . . . A few wooden benches in a small grassy area alongside a nondescript building whose very anonymity has repeatedly caught my attention in this town of ostentatious upscale everything. Small groups of people stand smoking and sipping coffee, talking but for the most part not engaging, their …Twelve steps of red
Maj walks ahead, swinging her brand new tennis racquet in the sullen humid air that puddles around her feet, “Why can’t we just go to a tennis court?” Kallan is somehow walking and twirling at the same time, the bright pink of her racquet flashing in the sunlight as she swishes it through the …Lesser details Mark, who is all reasonable, says, “You can’t let her get to you.” Which just goes to show that Mark understands NOTHING of our older daughter’s powers. Because here I am, reading a book, completely serene and unperturbed. And then Maj appears, “Mother, may I make some sun tea?” “Hold on. Let me finish …Sub-par by far Sometimes, especially in the car, we all talk at once . . . I don’t care if it is Kallan’s birthday, there’s no way she should have been allowed to eat that giant pile of chocolate-chip pancakes for breakfast . . . So annoying that you would tell me not to complain about the …Elder Down! She shook her head, looking down into her hands, picking at what might have been the remains of a manicure, “No. I’m tired of hearing my name.” He was caught off guard, “I don’t believe I have ever known anyone who was tired of her name.” “No, I’m not tired of my name. I …Fictional sepia |
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