We told our parents we were going fishing. My brother stuffed contraband down one of his bootlegs, and we set out for the creek in the woods behind our house.
Nothing good ever came from those boots. He wore them black and with a pointed toe.
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It was nearly evening when a young albino came to the caf? that I was in and sat down at one of the tables.
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?Penny,? said she.
?Chickens. I was thinking of Jeff and Jen.?
?They?re not ??
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“Hurry, we got to go!”
“No, wait, my shoe…”
“Tie them in the car.”
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The pain comes suddenly. It spears the underside of her swollen stomach and ripples outward in shock waves that rock her to her knees, months too soon in its arrival for the welcome to be a warm one.
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?Cloud? isn?t his real name, of course. It is ?Claude?. But his new classmates in idyllic Chester have never met a French exchange student before and got him wrong. They have never bothered giving it another thought. They are sure that his name is ?Cloud?, but that doesn?t mean you should ridicule him for it; he is a Frenchman after all.