Playdates, act dos

Lauren was walking down the street when a red Honda came screeching to a stop next to her. “Jesus, Tara,” she muttered, as she slung her backpack off her shoulder and walked toward the car.[…]

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A salvation in the white

It was a cold wintery evening. The twilight faded into nothing earlier than usual. Cold uniquely imprinted snowflakes started to decent lazily from the night sky. Thick clouds up above blocked any view of the[…]

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