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The window was caked with soot, but unevenly. Molly knew all the cleanest panes, the places she could set her ey...
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Karlo Yeager Rodríguez
I'm baking myself a boyfriend, kneading him out with my hands, my elbows, my shoulders. I sprinkle flour ov...
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We met in the pages of the book, somewhere shortly before Act II.
It wasn't my story. ...
Bronwyn stared at the unopened letter on the table as if it might come alive any minute and bite her. The postma...
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The plant died in her hand, but first it sprouted and grew. Feathery, transparent roots twined around her finger...
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Remember when you died, Catherine?
We were sitting on the porch, enjoying the sunlight. I thought you...