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James Turner kept dialing his mothers number, over and over, but each time a cold, unchanging voice said
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“Emily, you cant just leave me! What am I supposed to do without you?” “The same thing
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**The Leash of Fate** The soft but persistent rays of morning sunlight slipped through the thin curtains
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**An Honest Conversation** I first met Emily at Spanish classes. She was quiet, almost distant, with








