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Doorway

Doorway Two missing front teeth, pig tails, and a broad smile peer at Emma. With a sigh, she places the lonely photo back in its place. The box lid sits open, the photo taunting its owner as she sits back with a deep groan. Her bones creak, joints pop, and a breath, simple as it… Read More Doorway

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Habit

Habit She sat on the park bench, an enigma to the people passing by, ignoring her plain brown hair, her thick brown loafers, her thick frames sitting on the tip of her nose as she buried her head deep into her book. The cover was worn, tired, and like her owner, seemed soft compared to… Read More Habit