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“There were a lot of us. It wasn’t just me.” “You’re willing to tell that to a judge?” “Yes.” “And you’ll give us the names of the others?” “Of course.” “Because we don’t want you. You know that, right?” “I know.” “You’ll get off, no charge.” “I know. That’s why I’m here.” “Ok, tell me…

Whitley wasn’t a witch. But she had been called one most of her life.   It started in the first grade with that little snot, Nicky Dickens, calling her “Witchey” because of her black hair.  She had a little birthmark on her chin which grew at almost the same rate she did. Most of the kids…

Jack took his time picking the tomatoes. Plucking each one individually. Squeezing each vine, gently, with his thumb and forefinger and letting his palm cradle the falling fruit. He was doing it slowly on purpose. Methodically for effect. It was ritualistic entertainment for tonight’s dinner guests.  Come see how the Self-Sufficients live!  It would give…

Tyler felt the sadness again, watching his parents follow another A.I.–generated recipe while the A.I. guided their conversation about what the A.I. had had them do at work all day. The root of his sadness was somewhere in his stomach but he felt it all over, like he was made of lead. He couldn’t even…

Like most things, it all started out as a rumor. Kids love tellin’ stories, y’know? No harm in it. But last year we got all these letters from all these parents, sayin’ that their kids had come home from camp ‘different.’ Which is what we expect, to a certain extent. Camp changes you, y’know? But…

Me: morning  U: good morning how did you sleep Me: so well i had a lovely dream about meeting irl  U: tell me all about it Me: i wish i could i have to get ready for work i’m already late i’ll tell you when i get home U: looking forward to it have a…