This week, it ended. Now comes young & restless Mayah El-Dehaibi with some flashy solutions. Get the real deal here as a PDF or in oh-so-tangible print (or both).
She put the potato peeler back in the kitchen drawer. It wasn’t fair. He was speeding up; soon her chances would be as good as gone. She began to send smoke signals his way. Today I smashed a hurricane into my face. He glanced at her in passing and turned another broad corner. Why don’t you stop and help me pick this splinter out of my arm? His jaw was steel, frozen forward. Her moon withered. She chopped off her hair, scrubbed her skin raw.…[continue reading]
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