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Yura peered down, down, down, past the toes of her purple sneakers, straight into the dizzying darkness. She inched forward so that the rubber tips of her shoes hung over the edge by just a centimeter. Her mother often warned her not to stand so close to the border, but Yura rarely heeded anything her mother had to say these days. Though they shared the same stocky frame and lightly speckled cheeks, Yura felt that her mother’s fretful disposition had the tendency to drag down her own naturally happy countenance. Besides, Yura knew something ...
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Nara was perched on a park bench, savoring the fine summer air, when the old man came into view. He was dressed in a grey suit, and, aside from a slight hobble, moved rather gracefully down the path. Humming contentedly to himself, the old man settled on a bench all the way across the playground, right in the center of a glorious patch of sunlight. A couple minutes passed. Nara quietly kept her eyes on the old man, who affectionately watched a group of children play from over his unfurled newspaper. It was a good day, a peaceful day. ...
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When their eyes locked, all thoughts flew right out of Paul’s head. Not because she was beautiful. She wasn’t breathtaking--not by a long shot, if he was being perfectly honest. She was completely and utterly normal. No eyes-the-color-of-sapphires, or hair-that-danced-around-her-like-a-flame. She was pale, but not strikingly so. She didn’t have a lip ring, or a nose ring, or even have her ears pierced, as far as he could see. Totally unremarkable in every way. She also wore the drabbest grey hoodie with a faded smiley face on the chest, the ...
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