“Are we sure about this?” Alice hugs the urn against her chest and flicks an uneasy glance at Jenny and me as we gather together on the manicured lawn.
Fiction
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Further, Farther
Zero always looked wise to me. He was my age but the sun had carved deep lines of experience and knowledge into his face.
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Yeah, That Was Her
Something is going to happen here that’s not going to make sense. It’s not supposed to make sense. Don’t expect it to.