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E. Doolittle

I tiptoed across the hallway from my Mother’s room to mine and closed the door slowly, quietly, but the lock clicked loudly. Mother probably heard it. Maybe she didn’t. But, she probably did.

“Did you finish your homework?” A loud voice echoed from downstairs.

She heard it.

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Valentino Valentino

“I heard he made an entire audience disappear in Cincinnati, and they found them wandering the Sedona Desert a week later. The whole audience!”

“Yeah, well I heard he ate an entire elephant on stage in less than 3 minutes.”

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What’s That Sweetie?

Pulling weeds was hard work. It’s no wonder Gerald never did it. His hands had a million tiny cuts. They stung from dirt and sweat. He gingerly grabbed the handle of the fridge to open it, and looked in.

Nothing. Well, a few things. But nothing.

“Hey, Hun? Where’s the lemonade?”

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The Window Never Rang

It was 10:06. Mister Conrad was never up until this late. The blue flicker of the TV flame had extinguished, but the glow of Mr. Conrad’s prized lamp was still filling the living room window. It was one of the only things he kept when Jane’s mom died. He always fell asleep next to it. But he never forgot to turn it off.

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1320 Juneau Road

Kelly walked into the kitchen with a  box of glassware. She set it down on the counter and stepped back. Her hairline was sweaty. Her knees were getting shaky. It was past lunchtime and the U-haul was almost empty.

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