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Stories by wildxeyes
The Quite Click
When things feel slow, or pointless, or heavy again, remember the reason you began.
Remember the version of y...
Two Strangers
Just a stranger whose name sounded like the beginning of something that never happened.
The Last Evening at Café Maple
Next autumn, when the first cold wind returned, a small sign appeared again on an unfamiliar street corner.
I...