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Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson. They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think…

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When I was twenty five years old, I received this warm, fuzzy, multi-colored blanket. It has seen me through the…

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On the other hand, maybe the first one was better, but I don’t think it pulls enough reader attention. How…

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He looks petrified — a little scaredy cat, backed into the corner next to the spider plant, waiting for his…

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“Unexpected item in the bagging area.” God, how I detested that smug, patronising electronically-generated female voice! She always sounded so…

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“What do you mean, you’re not classified?” the bulbous-nosed uniformed official said to me, his voice rising to a disbelieving…

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UGH! Coughing and wheezing, I spluttering sand out of my desert dry mouth. Although I was only half conscious, the…