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Mormon Cake: Sunday March 1st, 2015.

“Are you dating Jason Laurent?” I ask Morgan. On the kitchen table, my neglected bowl of Corn Flakes softens into oatmeal as my Sunny Delight (a healthy cup of orange flavored sugar water) warms. Hungover, Morgan hasn’t said word to … Continue reading

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Sister o’ Mine, Where have You Been?: Saturday, Nov. 8, 2014

“Here?” Morgan asks. She points to the Books-A-Million sign standing tall above a half-filled parking lot. I nod, and she pulls my van up to the bargain books carts outside the front door. I step out into the cold. “Make it quick, I’ll … Continue reading

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Girl’s Day Out: Saturday Oct. 4, 2014

“…and that’s why I don’t wear seat-belts.” Charlotte says. She takes a bit of her chow mein, swirling the noodles around her black plastic fork before gulping it down. “I’m not telling you what to do, I’m just saying, I … Continue reading

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