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He just ambled into the woods at the end of our street, oblivious to all the eyes following his every move

“Narcissist.” An ugly, nasty word, almost an onomatopoeia, hissing of insidious things

It’s a little scary how quickly I will hit the “I agree” button just to make all that contractual verbiage disappear

And anyway, I shouldn’t be buying a baby pink hat on the day I discover that I’m finally expecting

She chose this life, so why did she feel so stifled?

I had many words that were inching — no, rushing — their way out of my mouth