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Short Story: About desire
I first saw her at the grocery store. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a wedding ring, but that didn’t stop me from being drawn to her. I started to see her around town more and more. We would always make eye contact, and I could tell…
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Short Story: About loss
I still remember the day my grandmother died. I was 12 years old, and I was at school when I got the news. I felt like my whole world had been turned upside down. My grandmother was the most important person in my life. She was always there for me, no matter what. She was…