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Jody gripped the basketball and eyed the basket. As always, the target seemed impossibly high and far away from where she stood, stiff-legged and sweating, at the foul line. The seventh-grader lined up the shot, willed the ball to go in, and pushed off. The ball missed the hoop entirely, arcing toward Continue reading Sweet Thirteen March, 2010 Editors' Choice Winner Well, the fat lady has sung. I’m dead. Deader than a doornail. I’m not yet pushing up daisies, but that’s only because no one has gotten around to burying me. I certainly didn’t see this coming when I got out of bed last Saturday. But I guess that’s just how it Continue reading Pillow Talk |
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