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October 26, 2018


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Genealogy- Chapter 1- Ali by Mae Wood

Present day – August She didn’t want to move, and I didn’t want her to move either. But we were doing it, together. Sifting and sorting. Shredding and donating. Culling a lifetime into piles to be packed and placed into boxes. The lucky things would end up in my grandmother’s new six-hundred-twenty-three square foot assisted-living apartment. The not-so-lucky would end up on a curb. Present day – August She didn’t want to move, and I didn’t want her to move either. But we were doing it, together. Sifting and sorting. Shredding and donating. Culling a lifetime into piles to be packed and placed into boxes. The lucky things would end up in my grandmother’s new six-hundred-twenty-three square foot assisted-living apartment. The not-so-lucky would end up on a curb.

Just Try Not to Fall In Love by Lucy Score

The second pebble hit its target and the third. He didn’t have to toss the fourth because the light in the room came on. A soft glow behind white lacy curtains. “Aldo?” Gloria’s voice was sleepy. “Shit. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” He was standing in the middle of her mother’s azaleas at 11 p.m. like a crazy person. “A little,” she yawned. “How was your dinner?” Harper would have told her or Claire. “You weren’t there,” he said. She gave him a sleepy smile and settled her chin on her hand. “l wasn’t invited.” “You should have been. I mean, I should have invited you.” Aldo scrubbed his hand through his hair. He wasn’t doing this well. He was usually more suave, less desperate. The second pebble hit its target and the third. He didn’t have to toss the fourth because the light in the room came on. A soft glow behind white lacy curtains. “Aldo?” Gloria’s voice was sleepy. “Shit. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” He was standing in the middle of her mother’s azaleas at 11 p.m. like a crazy person. “A little,” she yawned. “How was your dinner?” Harper would have told her or Claire. “You weren’t there,” he said. She gave him a sleepy smile and settled her chin on her hand. “l wasn’t invited.” “You should have been. I mean, I should have invited you.” Aldo scrubbed his hand through his hair. He wasn’t doing this well. He was usually more suave, less desperate.

 

I just want a chance to get to know you… by Freya Barker

“Should I see if I can get some more beer?” he asks, gesturing at the can I’m holding in my hand. It takes me a minute to peruse the flannel pj pants covered in elves and candy canes before I can formulate a response. “In those?” comes out unchecked. “Why not?” he throws back, smiling. He pulls out the fabric on either side of his legs as he looks down. “They’re comfy. An early Christmas present from Emmy, Dexter, and Caden-Syd and Gunnar’s kids. Figured you wouldn’t be comfortable with me sleeping in the buff like I usually do.” My eyes shoot up from where they’d been glued to the fabric stretching between his hands, nicely framing the very defined outline of an impressive package. I’m stumped for words as his grin makes it clear I am so busted. “No beer then?” he continues as if nothing happened. “No thanks,” I answer primly, pissed off I let him fluster me like that. “Should I see if I can get some more beer?” he asks, gesturing at the can I’m holding in my hand. It takes me a minute to peruse the flannel pj pants covered in elves and candy canes before I can formulate a response. “In those?” comes out unchecked. “Why not?” he throws back, smiling. He pulls out the fabric on either side of his legs as he looks down. “They’re comfy. An early Christmas present from Emmy, Dexter, and Caden-Syd and Gunnar’s kids. Figured you wouldn’t be comfortable with me sleeping in the buff like I usually do.” My eyes shoot up from where they’d been glued to the fabric stretching between his hands, nicely framing the very defined outline of an impressive package. I’m stumped for words as his grin makes it clear I am so busted. “No beer then?” he continues as if nothing happened. “No thanks,” I answer primly, pissed off I let him fluster me like that.

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