Jack sits on a bench in his local dog park. It's a sunny day, and the temperature has reached 40 degrees for the first time this year. For Jack, the winter
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Gil Dillard sat at his desk, poring over the manuscript again. He’d lost count of how many times he’d read it since he
Alice sits impatiently in the laundromat, waiting for Mr. Wang. He had been in the back for five minutes and hadn't returned it to her with the rest of her order.