Gran runs her fingers through my hair, smiling down at me. I’m to weak to reach up and trace her laugh lines, but I trace them with my eyes, thinking of all the years that...
—M. Starks
It seems impossible to wheedle his way out of his impending death. No one has before him. But just as a young person feels invincible, he cannot bring himself to accept the looming train as...
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