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Remy

The trash smells disgusting. “God, did something crawl in there and die?” my friend Clara says beside me as I wheel the trashcan out to the curb. She’s stayed over for horror movie night, a monthly tradition we’ve held since we were twelve.

I hold my breath, face scrunched up tight. “Yeah, whatever that thing was my mom tried to feed us last night.”

“What was that?” Clara says.

“Tofu.”

“Is that some kind of bird, because if it is, it should be hunted until it’s extinct.”

I laugh. Poor Clara. Her family is strictly meat and potatoes. She never even saw a Brussel sprout until we met. She thought it was the cutest little baby cabbage until she actually tried it. Now she calls them devil warts.

“It’s made from soy beans, I think.”

a mist curling off the cement as the day warms up. The sky, with its layers of vibrant orange and yellow, looks

get to the newspaper before it’s ruined. No matter how many times my mom complains,

I hear the deep rumble of a pickup truck. I watch as it pulls into Sam’s—my neighbor’s—driveway. But my neighbor drives a Toyota Prius, so I know it’s not him, unless he got a new car. With his office geek appearance, he doesn’t really seem like a truck

off and it takes a minute for the driver to exit the vehicle. Then Deacon steps out of the driver’s side and my

my god,” I

turns toward my neighbor’s house. “Holy shit,

Don’t stare!” I grab her by the

we’re talking,” I

“We are talking.”

can stare without being obvious I’m staring,” I say as I watch

hurry up. It’s freezing

house, then sold it to Sam after he married. I remember sitting in my old tree house, watching as he loaded his boxes into the U-Haul, half tempted to go next door and put each

mature, maybe, and thicker with muscle than I remember. Clearly that confident swagger never went away. That’s easy to tell even at this distance as he goes to the back door

the truck. I squint to

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