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An illustration of two dancers.

The Dance

Every now and then I hear people talk about the idea of “a soul mate” one might be “fated” to meet. But if you are one hundred percent destined to meet a soul mate, this to me is a horrible fate. For it would mean being trapped into a predetermined reality and forced to follow a script to live

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An illustration of a stork.

The Talk

EXT. CITY PARK – DUSK [A FATHER sits with his young son, MATTHEW, on a bench in a park watching the sun go down over the horizon.] FATHER: Matthew, it’s time we had the talk. You see son, in nature … MATTHEW: I’m twelve dad. Don’t you think it’s a bit late? I know about

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An original illustration of a green caterpillar.

Plastic Grows On Trees (short story)

James hated nail polish. The smell was like an invisible fist that divided in two, reached in through his nostrils, and simultaneously punched him in both hemispheres of the brain. Given the choice, he would rather sniff textas or wasabi, he often thought, at least wasabi had tang, but not nail polish. Never nail polish.

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