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Betty giggled as James danced drunkenly under the streetlight. He looked so cute in his Levis and vintage tee. She didn’t drink, herself, but she made no objection to James doing so on occasion. He could get away with it easier than she could; his rich parents would make any problems go away with a Read more

Betty paced the floor of her bedroom, trying to silence the echo in her mind.  She heard it over and over again on repeat. She could hear his voice when he introduced himself at school that day. She could see his face, and the way he had looked at her. She remembered the expression on Read more

James stood on the front porch like a ghost, shaking from the rain. At least, he was shaking partly from the rain. The other part was from feeling unbelievably nervous. It was sinking in that this was the last time he could dream about what happens when Betty sees his face again.  Before he could Read more