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60 minutes for this one in a 90 minute timed exercise.  It was spawned from a larger YA novel I’ve been dabbling with.

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Gracie twirls her hair around her finger, her attention riveted on Mr. Hamer. It’s all I can do to hold down my lunch because Mr. Hamer is our chemistry and study hall teacher. He’s thirty-three, married and has two kids, one of whom is only six months old. He’s also screwing Gracie. Continue reading →

Image by Extra Ketchup via Flickr

60 minutes for this one in a 90 minute timed exercise.  It was spawned from a larger YA novel I’ve been dabbling with.

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Gracie twirls her hair around her finger, her attention riveted on Mr. Hamer. It’s all I can do to hold down my lunch because Mr. Hamer is our chemistry and study hall teacher. He’s thirty-three, married and has two kids, one of whom is only six months old. He’s also screwing Gracie. Continue reading →