Haley saw Ben across the parking lot and ran as fast as she could, tears streaking down her face. He picked her up in the massive bear-hug, so familiar from their childhood, and twirled her around. “I thought you were dead,” she said in his ear.
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“Damn,” Marnie said as she pulled over onto the icy soft-shoulder and got out, leaving the car running but the door ajar.
“Hello.
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.
The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in ...
