“What’s your name?”

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Matt’s name was right there in his head, sitting patiently, waiting to make an entrance. But just as it was standing up and dusting itself off, another thought had come tearing in from somewhere offscreen. It was Milo, Matt’s best friend, saying something important, saying…

“Camp’s great. Especially if you don’t know anybody. It’s like a license to be whoever. Be totally different, just to try it out.” 

When the rains came, Bethel knew what he was thinking was wrong - it just wasn't wrong enough not to do...

Riley Wakeland knew her name. She knew her mother’s face. She knew the smell of her grandfather’s tractor when it first started and she knew she had two brothers and a sister.
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Dorothy opens the door and turns on the lights. “Rise and shine, handsome boy.”

I have been sleeping in my litter box again. I don’t know how I got there.  

“Still on CamHours?” asked Denise as they slipped through the glass door into the coffee shop.

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Mia nodded, gingerly, careful not to jostle the camera too much.  

Shel and I wake up simultaneously every morning, our eyes fluttering in synchrony. First thing, we share our dreams.

Shel dreams in vivid, wild chaos. 

It was late day in Santa Rosario, warm and muzzy and orange like a clementine. Randy Whitt walked home from the corner gas station with a sweaty bottle of cream soda and a pack of unfiltered cigarettes. 

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It was Friday. He was already done with it all.

Brotherhood is a lawless fraternity, but even still my brother George was a rogue without peer.