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Archive for February, 2009

   Rennie walked up the narrow pathway leading to Aimée and Morris’ house. It was, he mused, a singular home: a small, cereal box of a semi-detached house, in many ways indistinguishable from all the others on this (rather ugly) street; it was, though, unlike any place else that he had ever been, for it [...]

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     After pouring what was left of her coffee down the sink in a small washroom adjacent to her office, Arden contemplated her reflection in the mirror. Illuminated by the dim light of a single window, the gaze that met her own belonged to the kind of woman she might have wanted (if she [...]

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   Taking an embarrassment of lilacs—four bunches! but their season was so short; the winter had been so gloomy; their loveliness was so tinged with nostalgia—into the shop to pay for them, Aimée noticed a small container filled with lilies-of-the-valley on the counter beside the cash register. They were much too expensive, but were such elegant [...]

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   Caitlin.  That was it.  She was one of those wispy, willowy Woolfish girls who dressed in cardigans and brogues and thought themselves above wearing make-up; girls like Cressida Lord and Aimée Gentil who, when they were all students together in Jon Chandler’s seminar on Modernism, had been thought so clever, so creative.  Where were they [...]

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