The Freckles Rearrange Themselves Into His Name By Morning
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The Second Man in the Back Row Wasn't at the Wedding
The Bedside Auctioneer Won't Accept No For an Answer
Someone Already Bid on Your Foreclosed House to Keep Living in It
The Birthmark Chose a New Shape Last Night, and Mother Won't Say Why
The Fourth Cup Was Already Warm
The Lifeguard Chair Still Rocks Where No Wind Reaches
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