October 2009
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a dirty little secret
I have a crush on someone I’ve never seen. I don’t even know his face or name, but I love what he writes. Definitely, he has a special wittiness and an awesome sense of humor.
What does he look like?
What colours are his eyes?
Does he shave every day?
How does his voice sounds like?
How does he smell?
Have we ever shared a bus ride or being together on the same place at the same...
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The Babysitters
It is ten years, now, since we rowed to Children’s Island. The sun flamed straight down that noon on the water off Marblehead. That summer we wore black glasses to hide our eyes. We were always crying, in our spare rooms, little put-upon sisters, In the two, huge, white, handsome houses in Swampscott. When the sweetheart from England appeared, with her cream skin and Yardley cosmetics, I had...