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when we met. s/sublet. “What are you going to do now, Kaitlyn?” I stared at my best friend Darcy for a moment before I spoke. With a sigh, I dropped my head into my hands. “I don’t know. I guess … Continue reading
when we met. r/rehabilitation. I drove up the driveway to the home of Mr. McAllister, who my boss described as “a sweet man in his seventies who needed rehab after a hip fracture.” When I reached the house, I froze. … Continue reading
when we met. q/quit. I hate my job. After spending hours in class and even more time studying after class, the last thing I wanted was to go to work at the bar and be groped and harassed. But that’s … Continue reading
when we met. p/phone. After a long, hot shower, Leo leaned back on the couch, feet up, legs crossed at the ankles. He was overworked and exhausted, and all he wanted was to relax. He sighed when he heard his … Continue reading
when we met. o/ocean. I don’t believe in marriage. That’s what Theo always said. But Emily never pressured him. She’d never even mentioned marriage. But the longer they dated, the more he felt the need to remind her. I don’t … Continue reading
when we met. n/napkin. After his friend abandoned him for an admittedly cute girl across the room, Jackson found himself a stool at one end of the half-moon shaped bar. The bartender, Marcus, a friend of his, came over and … Continue reading
when we met. m/mechanic. “I’ll tow you to the repair shop in town. I know the guys. They’ll take care of you. Hop in.” I stared hopelessly at Joe, the tow truck driver. “Okay. Thank you.” It wasn’t as though … Continue reading