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Meg walks the path from the lodge, hoping Polly might have leftover poundcake In her cabin for tea, maybe some of the oranges. The path t...

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By Wednesday, all she can think about is the paycheck on Friday night. She gives up being "good," bringing a bottle of rum a...

The ocean lurked below him. He floored it, his tires screeching as the Impala fishtailed it dangerously close to the cliff. -- Drive ...

Brightly colored rugs cover the oak floors, and wooden bookshelves span the walls. In every available space and cranny I find interestin...

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Sage lay with his cheek against the rough planks, his mind rebelling against the grim reality of his situation. The fading ribbons of lig...

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She was there, in part, because she’d not sung in public for the past ten years. Even at her own father’s funeral. -- Warming Up by Ma...

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