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I watch from the shadows as he opens his eyes. It takes a few seconds before I’m able to recognize

As in moving them from one place to another. Well, copying really. I’ve been meaning to post my flash fiction

It’s a bit fuzzy and late, just like the revisions on the first draft of the novel I wrote for

I’m happy to get out of the cold and into my favorite coffee shop. I’m pretty sure the cute woman

The curtains are sheer enough to see their silhouettes but little else. I remember when we picked them out. I

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