She Had Gradually Changed Her Name. "jane"

I Decided To Write Short Stories Because They Got Rejected Quicker.

Stephen Had Just Come From A Class Discussion In Which Several Students Believed That The Right Cup Of Herbal Tea Would Save Them From Pain And Sorrow. Well Acquainted With Pain And Sorrow, Stephen Did Not Contribute To The Discussion. He Merely Crossed These Idiots Off His List Of Possible Friends.

Lying On The Front Passenger Seat, As If It Didn't Matter, Was Rose's Diary. It Mattered.

What More Can Life Hold, Than To Know That Because Of Your Story, Somebody Out There Has Decided To Read Again!

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