Melissa Darcey
It’s not until the roots start burrowing into the floor when you stand for too long, grabbing at soil through sandals, digging into the mattress when you’re asleep, that signals it’s time to leave.
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Sunny Ahmed
When Lucy shows up possessed after summer break, I can’t help it. I’m pissed off.
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Noley Reid
I am inside because I have no right hand and no right foot, because of the way the car crumpled when my husband and I were hit by a teenager in the rain in late February.
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Alison Bullock
Brooke enjoys the attention of boys and starts stuffing her bra with tissues, but doesn’t need to for very long. She gets her real breasts before Esme—like God knew she wanted them more.
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Emily Behnke
They’re heading down the street like listless teens looking for their town to magically be different on a Friday night. Camilla’s body gravitates toward the library, toward acceptable loneliness and quiet, but Elliot’s gravitates toward her, and he’s a force.
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