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The Gift
Clutching my faux Gucci duffel bag stuffed with dirty laundry, I stood by the roadside waiting for my cab. My heart raced with anticipation. From my right jeans pocket, I fished out my shiny new Prada...
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Pictures
I look at the oddly-coloured photograph. Eyes that are supposed to be black had lightened to a reddish brown. A turquoise sweater had turned purple. I remember that pair of jeans. It was a light denim,...
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The Escort
My mother believes that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I believe otherwise. I know what people think of me. I may be a lot of things, but naïve is not one of them. I am in the...
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The boy who broke my heart (Part One)
The first time I saw him, he was naked. Except for two Speedos. One covering his unmentionables, and another his head. Only 13, he was already a six-foot Greek God, with a voice like liquid wood. A...
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The boy who broke my heart (Part Deux)
I should’ve suspected something was wrong from the beginning. But I was 16. And hopeful that I was, in all my 16-year old wisdom, wrong. That the Leroy in KFC that afternoon was not the boy who offered...
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The boy who broke my heart (finale)
What happened between Leroy and me proved, beyond a doubt, that belief alone is futile. That no matter how much one wanted some things to be true, those things can remain as unchangeable as ever. And...
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SecondLife
Through a grime-smeared window, the copper sky simmered. Alice had her back turned towards the glare. She was too lazy to draw the blinds and wanted very much to get back into the dream she had been...
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Games over
There she is again, leaning over her balcony, pretending to take in the laundry. Even from here, I can see her eyes sweep around for me. She is wearing the white shirt of her school pinafore. Not...
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4.30
You stay in there until I say you can come out. With that, I closed the door. I didn’t lock it since the lock is on the inside. Would I have locked it if it was on the outside? Perhaps, but maybe not...
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The talk
This is how it begins. It starts with shared, mutual silence. An agreed silence that no one agreed to, but no one disagrees, so it stays. A thin, wavering silence that is unsure, like a girl who...
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