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# The Sofa Jane curled her toes inside her colored socks, tucking her feet beneath her on the sofa cushion. The television droned on with some reality show neither of them was watching. She shifted h

# The Last Showing The cinema was nearly empty for the 10 PM showing — just a handful of scattered souls dotted across the velvet seats, all swallowed by the darkness and the thunderous rumble of the

"Mr. Hayes, if you can't keep your eyes on your own paper, I'll have to ask you to stay after class." The words come out sharper than I intend, but you don't flinch. You just lean back in that infuri

# After Class Jane tapped her chalk against the blackboard, her blond curls bouncing with each restless shift of her weight. The lesson plan scrawled across the slate was barely legible, and she knew