he’s probably watching her cook just to check if she still refuses to flip her pancakes
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The Mount of Lamictal Titrations – Jake Bailey
throw it away, throw it away, away goes the doubt, lifts the mind from prescriptive purgatory
Uncertainty – Zane Frederick
flush my cheeks and shoot a risk with a smile from across the room leave a napkin with a number stained with hope and a chance, waiting is so long for a call that will never come, head down with my back against the wall i would rather have you say ‘no’ than to never …
Fresh Banana Punch – Amy Kean
box its ears bare knuckle below the belt seven quick gulps is enough...
Light – Sue Johnson
The situation, plus a change in the weather to wet and stormy, made me feel like a hermit crab without its shell.
