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At the Edge
Once Mother left, Charlotte dragged her chair as close to the cliff’s edge as she could, then sat down again, readjusted her skirts, and closed her eyes. The sun did feel lovely. “The best treatment for consumption is sun and sea air,” Dr. Browning had said, and Mother quickly ordered a hansom to Brighton. Despite…
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For the Rest of Our Lives
Christopher pulled the straps as tight as he could, then patted the canoe. “She feels pretty solid to me. You ready to go?” I nodded and took a deep breath. This was going to be the wildest trip we had ever taken. We hopped in the ancient Subaru. He grinned and gave me a quick…
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