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cocktail party

There’s a rainy corner of my mind where I go when I think of her—the girl with it all—the girl I’ll never know. I spotlight her memory and a scene materializes—a stormy day on campus. I’m in Hart House, looking … Continue reading

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the bogeyman

“Don’t tell me you believe in The Bogeyman.” “I didn’t call him that—that’s what the media named him— he didn’t even call himself that.” Lainey furrows her brow, “What did he call himself—The Master of Midnight? —That’s almost as scary.” … Continue reading

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