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The Foxes Den

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When the men started building the mine, it was so far away from the foxes den. The foxes could hear as the trees tumbled to the forest floor, but they never had to worry about getting caught in the wreckage.

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Dead For Good

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I waited for him at that same coffee table every day, and pictured all of the things I’d say to him. “Were you expecting me?” … “fancy seeing you here,” or, “Yes. I’m alive.”

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Train Tracks

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“Hey, let’s walk on the tracks.” Yolanda headed down the hill.

She and Jimmy balanced on the rails.

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Dripping Gold

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I could smell spices carried by steam. They wafted through the metal grate. It couldn’t be far from here, and I was almost at my destination.

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Rituals

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The water was warmer than she expected. She had almost changed her mind about going in. The morning air had been cool when she’d stepped outside.

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Relics of the Past

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The old man folded the pages, careful to crease them at just the right angle. He held his thumb to the flame, letting the heat lick at his fingertips, then pressed them to the paper, sealing the fold into a pocket.

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The Pitch

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As soon as the ball left my hand, I knew it was going to be a good one. I knew it was going to go right over the center of the plate, level with Jimmy Grey’s waist and he was a high swinger.

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Stepping-Stones

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The mossy stones peeked out of the river like spines from a serpent’s back. Allison took a tentative step, trying to find solid footing on the first stone.

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