2.19 Scissors

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She had heard of women who cried in salon chairs after shearing off long hair, who sobbed uncontrollably into their smocks while their anxious stylists backed away. But she was not one of those women.

2.12 Desserts

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Mornings at the bakery were perfect. Light filtered in through the leaded glass windows in the back, the bars casting curved shadows on the rolled-out pastry. It was quiet — even the morning commuters were not up, yet, and only … Continued

1.20 Peacock

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She made him watch pretentious foreign movies, and he made her watch terrible 90s cartoons, and they discussed life and death and God and robots until her boyfriend called and she had to go home.

2.13 Witch Hazel

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A faint chill began to seep around the edges of the room, but very slowly. A light breeze lifted some crumbs off one of the tables, and ruffled the flowers in their vase. Julie stood still, listening for sounds that would indicate some disaster or threat, but all she could hear was her own ragged breathing.

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