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  • Lost and Found

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    Joe Class III
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    “Put that back, Jen! You don’t know where it’s been. Or worse, who had it before you. I’ll bet there’s a reason someone threw it away.” Shelly wasn’t the kind of woman to mince words. If anything, her introverted self spoke volumes. Her friends knew her quiet demeanor meant if she had something to say,…

  • What Once Was

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    Joe Class III
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    Four runners passed him as he sat on the park bench, sipping his hot coffee. Jones chuckled, remembering the first half-marathon, a 13.1-mile race he completed twenty-three years ago, holding the cigarette between the fingers of his right hand, a small paper coffee cup in the other. He smirked, not because their form was off…