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I was thirteen years old. It was the kind of sickly summer when the air is thick and the sky is the hottest shade of blue. We were stayi...

  We stand on the pier. I’m holding her. My chin rest on her head. I breath the scent of her shampoo. I can’t describe the smell, but an im...

  I sit in the garden, kissed by dappled sunlight. It spills through high branches and pools on the grass, still wet and fragrant from last ...

  It wasn’t an easy decision, but it had to be done – I could see no other way in the end. I had become so sick and tired of the monotony,...