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The weeks after Colin left were a strange mixture of normal and new. Guests came and went at the Blue Shirt more frequently as we moved into the holiday and ski season, and my days became busier. Sam got it in his head he wanted to paint the apartment in ( Read more... ) -
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I woke the next morning to a car honking and an arm wrapped firmly around my waist. I almost fell off the couch in my startlement, and I definitely elbowed the body behind me firmly in the gut.
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Mama Stella has never really liked company, and for the past decade or so she's become even more of a recluse. Mr. Samantha drives her down to town ever Saturday to do her grocery shopping and make a token appearance at the market, but even then she barely says a dozen words. ( Read more... ) -
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Sam's Subaru was waiting outside my house at exactly six the next morning. I climbed into the back seat because Mickey had already claimed the front for himself. It's another side effect of his parents' deaths; he refuses to ride anywhere but the front seat.
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This is it for tonight, kids. I've written over 10K words today, and I'm tired. I don't think I've written so much in months. The good news is, I've got the last 2 (maybe 3?) parts planned in my head and should finish it up in the morning. Night!
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Saturdays in September and October are as good as it gets. Pinenest holds a little market every Saturday of the year unless there's a blizzard or torrential downpour. In the spring, there are wildflowers from the fields. In the summer, there's fresh produce from gardens. In the fall, there are apples ( Read more... ) -
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It was after dinner and just turning dark by the time Steven and I parted at the driveway. I climbed the stairs to Sam's apartment and let myself in, only to find Sam, Colin, and Mickey spread across the den amidst pizza boxes and Mountain Dew cans. Mickey and Colin were sitting on the edge of the couch ( Read more... ) -
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Determined to finish this tonight...
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I didn't bother to stop home, but went straight to Sam's apartment. Two of his dresser drawers are reserved for my extra clothes, and every toiletry I could ever need is stashed in his bathroom. Sometimes it seems a little redundant to have my own place, but I love my house. It was ( Read more... )