The first balloon floated over my backyard fence on a windy afternoon.
It wasn’t tied to a child.
It wasn’t escaping from a birthday party.
It simply drifted through the air until it settled gently among my rose bushes outside Spokane, Washington.
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The first balloon floated over my backyard fence on a windy afternoon.
It wasn’t tied to a child.
It wasn’t escaping from a birthday party.
It simply drifted through the air until it settled gently among my rose bushes outside Spokane, Washington.
“Good. About that beer.” “I’ll pack.” The smirk died. Tiffany’s mouth opened. Harry stared at me. Neither of them said a word because neither…
“Good. About that beer.” “I’ll pack.” The smirk died. Tiffany’s mouth opened. Harry stared at me. Neither of…
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The ballroom was reserved, the cake had been ordered, and my sister had told everyone I was covering…
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The girls at prom laughed the moment they saw my dress. They called it old-fashioned, cheap, even embarrassing.…
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