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Reflection
I spit a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and smiled at the mirror. My reflection smiled back—a big, toothy…
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Dear Diary
Dear Diary, That’s how she always started. Dear Diary. As if she was talking to me. As if I could…
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Cold-blooded Murder
May held the gun to June’s head. An itch deep beneath her skin begged her to pull the trigger, to…


