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Yusra freely gives out two facts about herself.
Jack hated his name.
Jack Black. Jack Kerouac. Jack the Ripper. Jack and the fucking Beanstalk. He looked it up once, and…
There’s a passenger train that runs between Newtown and Charlotte. But just one. You could get on that train and ride an…
“Can he hear you? He’s just sitting there.”
Cars zipped back and forth behind a translucent curtain of rain, casting searchlights under the pink and white awning…
Tiny icy breaths of air forced Kevin out of his sleep. His skin tingled uncomfortably, and he grimaced in the chill of…