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Homesick 

The ceiling fan whines as it spins, moving back and forth between two speeds. It’s doing its best to break the heat, but with the setting sun sliding in through the open window, it’s an optimistic attempt.  

Cousin’s Day

We took our positions. We readied our Nerf guns. The older boys had picked out the bigger ones, the ones that held fifteen to fifty foam bullets, with more bulging their pockets. I took one of the smaller ones that held eight, but I liked how powerful my small Nerf gun was.

A weight on our shoulders

Likened in my mind to that of a happy place, the gym has served as an escape from the stresses (though mere) of everyday life. University deadlines and missteps at work fail to infiltrate my thoughts while I’m there, my mind instead focusing on the next rep or set.
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