a piece called 'russo's in winter'

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Russo’s was a quaint café restaurant that almost everyone Emma knew just cooed over. It was a nice place. It always seemed fresh and in bloom no matter what the season was. It had indoor seating, big windows that let in a lot of light, and AC that hardly functioned properly. Maybe that had changed; after all, she had only ever been there one time. She did drive past it a lot, but she just couldn’t quite make the time for it. She had only ever been there with Thomas.

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on fairer seasons

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The thing about Morris Hall is that most people don’t even know that it is there. I certainly didn’t. I think that’s the main appeal to the place, that secretive getaway feeling. To tell you the truth, I don’t enjoy most campus buildings; but I have had some of the best times in Morris Hall. It’s a building that feels to me like an old friend.

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a piece called 'caleb'

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It was a hot day and her AC was out, but Irene didn’t bother with it. These days, she couldn’t be bothered by much. She had an idle routine, quilting and stitching until the tips of her fingers split. She never really worried about that either, just taped them up and kept working. Day in, day out. Every Thursday morning at noon she would go to a little shop in town and drop off some quilts to get a little spending money for the usual: coffee, toast, thread.

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a piece called 'life saver'

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It had been half an hour since a man in black had arrived on his doorstep to tell Hank that he was dead. It was six in the morning, and he was groggy from being woken up. Now, in an ever growing silence, the Man in Black sat on the sofa while Hank sat across from him in an armchair. The Man in Black ate the mints out of the bowl Hank kept on his coffee table. Hank stared at the cross on his wall for the longest time until he spoke up.

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