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RedThe bag ripped, and they all came tumbling out, scattering and bouncing on the table. The clatter assaulted her ears, as though they were sensitive to her doctor's warning. He'd told her not to eat them anymore--he blamed her stomach trouble lately on the combination of possible lactose-intolerance and stress. He told her not to drink any more milk, or eat chocolate and cheese, and to avoid stressful situations whenever possible. Earlier that day, she'd snuck out of the house and run down the street till she was sure no one would see her out of the upstairs windows. She walked for as long as she could, then realized how long she'dRed
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ElsewhereThe silence was awkward. It was strange: the silence that usually enveloped her, that made her feel safe, was suddenly an enemy. She blamed it on this strange boy, an intrusion on her peaceful walk home, an intrusion she did not know what to do with.Elsewhere
"It's nice out," he noted. She nodded.
"Do you usually walk home?" Another nod.
"How much farther do you live?" "A few blocks."
They were fast approaching her favorite stretch of the walk, the home of a reclusive retired woman named Lily whose sole hobby was her garden. In fact, she had never met the occupants of t
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