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Winter was my least favorite season.The sky was always either a pale gray or white, my feet would never be warm no matter how many “heated socks” I wore, and the ice made the ends of every building a hundred times more dangerous.Yet here I was, inside a café looking out at the snowy expanse of my town’s main street, sipping a latte that had gone sour on my tongue.I don’t enjoy many things.My siblings swear I stopped smiling after my seventeenth birthday. I remember it so clearly, waking up looking forward to the evening of my family party. I...
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My foster mom, Lay, doesn't care about anything or anyone. Except me. And now, Jude. It had been almost a year since Lay quit a dangerous line of work. She wanted a peaceful life, choosing to ignore the consequences of her decision instead of dealing with them.A month after, she met Jude. He had managed to lock her down after a year and four months of dating. I didn’t understand how.The last hug Lay gave me was when I was nine years old and had accidentally ran over a chipmunk with my bike. I was distraught while she was grinning from ear to...
Weekly Contest #361
Every Friday during the summertime, I would sit on the pavement by the ice cream stand in town. My childhood friends would join me, and we would talk until the sun sank over the horizon and our hands were sticky from the forgotten treats. It’s always been our tradition, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. There wasn’t anything to do besides people-watch. Families would walk in and out of stores, chatting endlessly about their upcoming beach parties and wine tastings. Children ran to the ice cream stand, obsessing over the new toy...
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