“I HAVE **BAD NEWS** and bad news,” Shadi texted me the next morning, triggering a wave of **anxiety** and curiosity.“Which should I hear first???” I replied. I sat up slowly, careful not to rouse Gus. To say we’d fallen asleep on the couch felt like a misrepresentation of the truth; in reality, I’d had to […]
That night on the warm asphalt wasn’t a movie montage. It was a slow burn, hours spent under the neon glow and screeching metal of cheap amusement park rides. We consumed deep-fried carnival food and drank lime-infused beer from sticky cans between visits to each of the seven attractions. There was no dragging through long
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I HAVE A FATAL flaw.I like to think we all do. Or at least that makes it easier for me when I’mwriting—building my heroines and heroes up around this one selfsabotaging trait, hinging everything that happens to them on a specificcharacteristic: the thing they learned to do to protect themselves and can’tlet go of, even
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