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“Some numbers I want them to know: fifty, the age of the man they knocked over; fifteen, my age when I met him as a child bride; twenty-five, the number of years I had been his wife; fifty thousand, the amount we had gotten for our farmland to pay for my sick parents’ hospital bills; two, the count of bottles of rat poison we had bought to end our constant worries about work and money; one. the only time I had been pregnant, and he had gone from the happiest to the saddest man I had ever known. (The Waiting)”

“Believe me when I say this Sherri, he saved your life. Stay clean in honor of his life. I’m going to give you my business card, it has my number and Jordon’s number. You can call us if you think of anything that could help us, also, even if all you need is to talk yourself out of doing drugs. We will be there to listen. Thanks for all your help, you have been a big help. We catch this guy, and your boyfriend will be smiling from heaven. Thank you, Sherri.”

“Thank you father, thank you. I know you watched me from above and protected me. I promise I shall serve the Magnarian Confederation with all my body and soul. I shall dedicate myself fully to our confederation, the family that you so loved. And I love it too. I shall protect, love and respect it always. This is my promise and commitment. Thank you”

“I look at you as you walk in,
another morning, another cup of coffee,
unaware that my world tilts each time you appear. I look at you as you glide past me,
effortless, confident, collecting your order,
but today—today, you turn and smile. I look at you walking toward me,
your presence close enough to steal my breath.
My lips tremble, yet no words escape. I look at you as you ask for my name,
but all I can do is stare, trapped in the moment,
until finally, I whisper—"I’m Marion." I look at you as your smile deepens,
as your lips part to reveal your own name—
but then, she appears. I look at you as your eyes flicker toward her,
the same woman from that day, stepping from your car. My heart clenches—until you turn back and say, “Marion, this is Laura, my sister. We just moved here.” I exhale, a quiet laugh escaping as I meet her eyes.
“Hi, Laura.” I look at you with boldness, a spark of mischief.
"Are you single?" I ask, my voice steady now. I look at you as you grin, as you nod.
"Yes, I am." And suddenly, the future rushes back,
crystal clear, waiting for us to begin.”