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She saw him every day as she walked to work. It was as if he never moved, though she knew it wasn't true. He had to have gotten the cardboard ...

Hole.

Her head hurt and she didn't understand the words that tumbled out of Mr. Warden's mouth. X chromosome? What? What was he saying? Weakly, she turned to the person sitting ...

I would love to write a novel with someone. I'm very private about my writing (it's my inner workings, you know?) and this would certainly help me open up more. ...