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“You know…I didn’t need your hug,” Louis said. He stood at Julia’s desk the day after almost hitting a little girl, alone in a busy intersection near work, a kitchen store in Baltimore. He no longer wanted to think about the girl being alone or what would have happened if his truck crashed into her.…
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The pit, at first, could not rightly be classified as a pit, but more of a hole. It appeared one day in the center of the town square. It was roughly the depth and diameter of a bucket that a child might build sandcastles at the beach with. It was also curious for its uniformity.…
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When I was a child, I was fascinated beyond the boundaries of the word to discover that in addition to learning history and chemistry and arithmetic, all schoolchildren were required to digest and consider works of fiction written many centuries ago. I found this remarkable, and began reading them over and over, deeper and deeper,…
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