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Hope lay flopped over a lawn chair; she had been there for hours unable to move her limbs, in the throws of a particularly awful depression. All alone until the fly plopped into the swimming pool. The green-tinted vermin swam circles even though it was doomed; the pool was an ocean, yet it continued trying …
While my stepdad placed his stuff into the truck, I wanted to say so many things. That I’d miss the baseball games and his ghost stories. I wanted to thank him for remembering my birthdays when my dad and sometimes even Mom forgot. I wanted him to know that, though Mom was cleaning all evidence …