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That Orange Gate

Every time I pass that door I wonder why they’re trying so hard to keep me from going in there. It’s the last door in the airport that I’d enter voluntarily. I mean, have you seen it? It’s all scratched up, and it’s off its

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A Decade Ago

“Maybe you’ve had enough wine tonight?” said Craig, careful not to sound judgmental, but serious nonetheless. “I haven’t,” she said, giggling as the bartender brought her another glass of chardonnay. He tried to grab her glass. “I think you have.” “Good thing I don’t really

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Maybe it’s a Sign

“How do you think that bear got up there?” she asked him, looking at the teddy bear that dangled from a high pole that stretched across the street. It was impossibly high up, and tied tightly with rope. “I have no idea.” “Do you think

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Cheater

I don’t know much about anatomy. I took a class on it my junior year of high school, but it was painfully boring and I only passed the tests because my teacher didn’t pay attention and we students devised a clever system of cheating. One

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Waiting

Every day he sat beside that lamppost, in the afternoon between one and two o’clock. There was a bench right beside it, and he sat on the left side. He didn’t read the paper or anything, he didn’t make small talk, he didn’t nap–he just

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In Half

“Look, Mama, I found a butterfly!” said the little boy as he swung his net down over it. He scooped it up and covered the opening of the net with his hand, and the yellow and black butterfly struggled against the netting. “Lovely, George,” said