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  Mary and me We found each other in the cloakroom on the first day at high school, like water finding its level. The cloakroom was full...

  The Last Casualty   When his editor suggested a new book, Mort Sahlman emailed a proposal the next day. He was up for tenure, and ...

        ‘Are my dancing days over?’ That was the first thought that had passed through his mind as the musket ball tore into his thigh...

RUNAWAY SUMMER Bonnie was running again on those chubby toddler’s legs. This time along the curb so really in the road. Julie’s mother, ...