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Earlier tonight she tried to ignore it as she has for the past few weeks. Shes read, sent emails, organized her closet even her collection of shoes, which shes arranged from left to right starting from the ones she wears most to the ones she wears least. Tonight she took a shower for a long time, scrubbing herself hard, tr


Inch by Inch, Foot by FootInch by Inch, Foot by FootInch by Inch, Foot by Foot
The first thing that happens is they take off your shoes. You have nice feet. Plump little ones that wriggle at the touch, and the examiner takes special interest in their softness. He gives them a few good strokes and says, This is quite a pair. When he says quite his voice almost squeals with excitement, but his face doesnt show it beyond an arched eyebrow. People whisper about things like this, places that steal peoples parts arms and legs, etc. Maybe they


VacationNaomi PogroszewskiVacation
Vacation The sands are deeper than usual. I can tell because every time we reach the bottom of a hill it nearly buries the nose of the car. It's hot and we're lost. We've been here for a few weeks now. Nothing but sand in every direction. Our car can drive through it. Surprising. We don't need food to stay alive or gas to run our car. We have endless cell phone battery but no reception. This place is an impossibility, a contradiction. There is no way for sure to know what's going on. We think that w


The Wall The Wall By Naomi PogroszewskiThe Wall
Marie watched the hours pass, annoyed with the concept of spending a whole summer the way she had spent today. Waiting for Leigh to pick her up for a day of touring Los Angeles. It had seemed a wonderful idea at first. She would fly in from the airport in Salt Lake, stay with her grandparents, and her cousin, Leigh would be paid to show her around to the local hot spots, as she was too young to drive.
Three days had passed, two of which were used spending time with her grandparents and unpacking. Yesterday the plan had been
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