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  They wanted to get married. Something very small. They imagined what they were planning was modern and subversive and uniquely romantic, as if couples haven’t been rushing to courthouses every day for decades and decades.
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  When my dog and I look at the sky we see haloes and fuzz, our sight clouded by a sameness.
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  To our benefit, it is an imperfect mirror, covered in scratches and slightly shattered.

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Like her, he yearned for a planet beyond this wasteland . . .

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- Caught by Chris Bullard
  Old lungs puffing like gills, I beg to be thrown back to boyhood’s clear waters.
- Night Elf Bildungsroman by S.C. Svendsgaard
  I played a male Night Elf druid named Siladan Wintersinger.
- The Mother-in-Law by Angela Sue Winsor
  They wanted to get married. Something very small. They imagined what they were planning was modern and subversive and uniquely romantic, as if couples haven’t been rushing to courthouses every day for decades and decades.
- Second Winter Solstice During an Epidemic by Marianne Worthington
  When my dog and I look at the sky we see haloes and fuzz, our sight clouded by a sameness.
- Robert Fleming Warps Reality by Adam Camiolo
  To our benefit, it is an imperfect mirror, covered in scratches and slightly shattered.

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