October 6, 2017

They sat on the mid-campus bench watching classmates scuttle like ants to their lectures. Trees sheltered them, their leaves dappling the sunlight into puzzle pieces. 

Ginny tapped her finger on the notebook she cradled. “Did you know Edith Wharton’s husband found her s...

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