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Ghosts showed up around every corner. They weren’t really dead people, at least not yet. It was just that everything in the mall brought up thoughts of Candy and Dad and those troublesome half-sisters. Shauna Rae couldn’t find a trace of that feeling that she had come to reclaim, the pleasure of lazy weekends browsing [...]

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A rush of air and a jolt announced the stop at the mall. Passengers staggered to their feet, some soon enough to sway in the last motion of the bus before it came to rest. With elbows flying, the disembarking shoppers jostled before the door. Shauna Rae slid out between her competitors and dropped to [...]

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The flash and thump of the heart monitor put Caleb’s mortality and fragility on the forefront every few seconds. The weight of this knowledge had become almost too much for Rebecca Issacson to bear. She longed to get away from that sound and yet found herself mesmerized. Her feet tapped with the rhythm.
Beside her, Imelda [...]

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No numbers appeared on the machine, even though it had been fed multiple quarters. Shauna Rae loosed a whining gasp and stamped her foot. The thoughtless machine deprived her of the only thing that would make her feel better, a package of her favorite chocolate cookies. She turned to appeal to the clerk at the [...]

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Another pop quiz in English Lit. At least the shuffling and muttering that served as a transition from quiz to class gave Immy enough cover to continue unloading her discontent on the only person who ever listened to her, her best friend Pearl. “Candy. What kind of name is that for a grown woman. I’m [...]

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A shorter person had driven the little coupe before. Caleb pushed the seat back, wondering first how he should confront Imelda and then whether he should at all. She hadn’t asked to take the car nor had she confessed to using it. He wasn’t sure when she’d had that opportunity but somehow she’d found it. [...]

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Segment 8.9

Sizzling bacon, the sound and the smell of it, overpowered the second-floor bathroom where three girls elbowed each other in their attempts to ready themselves for school.
“Ugh! That makes me sick,” declared the oldest, rubbing a generous wad of apricot scrub about her face. “I told Dad to stop making dead pigs for breakfast.”
The middle [...]

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