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    The gauzy curtains shine with golden light as the sun dances through our silhouettes, but it never quite reaches his face. His arms are crossed tightly into an oversized coat with greasy stains, his sharp chin juts forward – he is all sharp angles and clean lines. Dark red circles adorn his...
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    She can’t say it straight out, so she says it in metaphor. She’s balancing on a tightrope between acknowledgment and ignorance, and she doesn’t know which side she should choose. What if he doesn’t fell the same way? What if she missed a turning point, a climax in the story of her life, b...
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    She sees the note taped to her door her name written in a boyish scrawl and she freezes in fear. The first thing she notices is that he spelled her name wrong. But since when was that new? People did it all the time. Only her friends – a few perceptive classmates – know how to spell her...
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    Just this other day, I was walking from a class with an international classmate. I hesitate to call myself friends with her, as we are merely close acquaintances. I am reminded of this label every day that she walks me and one of her international friends. Phrases of Chinese Korean an exotic languag...
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    We had just taken an English test the block before. I remember my clammy hands, the static of my brain as I blanked out. Who was I to know all those characters in the Odyssey? On the other hand, he casually filled in the questions and handed the test in – a full twenty minutes early. Out of the...
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    Sometimes, I have this dream that seems so real at the time, but after the first rays of the sun hit my face, the dream seems so convoluted and unreal – but the people seem to be staring, glaring at my hopeless gullibility, because I'm in high school already, boarding school at that, and I�...
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    What is a “friend”? A smiling icon on your Facebook profile? A signature in your yearbook? … I have a friend with dark chocolate locks and a toothy smile. We met at the very beginning of school. I was shy and bashful, she, gregarious and charming. We ended up chatting away at Orientat...
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    day one. He’s walking with a friend, speaking in Japanese, when he hears someone behind him remark, "We should speak in Canto right now, make them feel excluded like we do." The rough American accent cuts through the air like a knife. His back stiffens, and he stops talking in the ...
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    i. the scent of grass so sharp slicing through the blanket of sun that smells like warmth so safe the rain will come soon it always does and with it the heavy smell of her tears mixed in with grass and cement it's a chorus that sings just slightly off tune but the notes are still as...
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    The sky is bluish purple like a watercolor painting and the trees are dramatically silhouetted, as if drawn by thick pastels. Leaves catch the light, a yellow crayon, and a lamp throws dark charcoal shadows over the small bench. I stand behind the bench, a girl in pastel white and a...
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    We are like individual grains of sand – it is the rain that decides where to fall and bring us together....
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    My memories are crinkled at the edges like old photographs, back when they were still black and white, Friends giggling lazily on the stairs, dangling off the railings. His smile as he waves and his navy and red baseball cap. Twinkling laughs, pulling me along to bathe in the sunshine - - ...
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    You sparkle when you talk to him, and he sparkles too. If I squint my eyes, I can see it, I can see two glittering stars that have fallen out of the sky. Irreversibly broken, yet they still wink cheerily. You're blindingly perfect when you're with him. How could anyone else ...
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    She chatters, gesturing excitedly. I nod along, eyes drifting away. Her voice slides right by my silence. How do I tell her that With you, I am always trapped in a glass box. I try vainly to read the flicker of your eyes and your moving lips, but to no avail. We are water and fir...
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    The bus rolls along under a bridge, and I remember tumbling down the slide in the neighborhood playground. Rusted green, the bright plastic slide curved and dipped precariously. It had a covering on top, blocking out the sun. I would cry as my body was jostled from side to side. I was as fa...
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    Even though the window is closed, I can still hear the howling wind as it gusts through the bare trees. Snow is falling behind those thick paisley curtains. I can see the thick flakes drizzling over the roads, as if being poured from the hands of the clouds. The air is warm inside; the heate...
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    Pinpricks of ice settle on my skin, stabbing like knives, I shudder from the sensation, the ice that never melts spreads, grasping my arm firmly in its talons, spindled threads that sparkle dimly. Jarred, I jolt and shiver, but my addled hands do not respond, fingers stay splayed open, crys...
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    Bounding down the stairs, I flew out of the door, jacket opening outward like a pair of dusky gray wings. I needed to hand a paper to my teacher; it was an urgent matter. Usually, I would not be outside so late in the afternoon. Jumping down the steps, I halted in the middle of a leap, feet sti...
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    Walking along the street, she remarks, “It's quite breathtaking in the fall; there's a tree outside with dappled leaves. It looks like it's aflame. A dragon came, slithering over the hills, and breathed smoke onto it. You should come.” He laughs, promises, “I'm sure word...
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    I was about to slip into the door to the practice rooms when you arrived. I could hear the soft patter of your footsteps; it sounded like you also brought a friend, but I wasn't entirely sure it was you - until I heard that voice, the slightly high pitched timbre of a girl, yet bearing...
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    Every time I open a book, time skids to a stop. I'm cocooned in a cushion, and when I emerge, I will be a butterfly. Leaves halt their descent midair, raindrops freeze, cars encounter red lights. When the last page is flipped and I see the back cover I look at the clock. The hand...
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    Bubbles – so delicate, girls dance within these spheres, a swish of skirts, a kaleidoscope of pink blue purple, colors bleeding on the pristine surface. They would like to know each other, learn why one bubble is a luscious pink, another a mysterious violet Every time their bubbles coll...
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    A pair of Converse, blue as the sky, with outlines of white that rival the color of snow. But over time, as I walk, and walk, and stomp on all sorts of ideas, some of them my own, the white fades away, as if someone poured juice or syrup over the wide expanse of snow – a blanket muffling anot...
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    I'll meet you by the meadow where the sun kisses the sky, radiating rivulets that stream off as they gingerly detach, then drift away. The moon will glance, and sigh, as the waves try desperately to embrace the pearl of the heavens. The bluebirds sing notes that twinkle in the still air, ...
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    The cuff of my light winter jacket brushes teasingly against my hand the rich golden brown paste, arranged in a henna pattern, feels cool against my skin But the liquid paste squishes sickeningly, collapsing under the starchy cuff, and just like that, a part of the henna is irreversibly erase...

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