Tag Archives: Margery Bayne

Lately

Maggie wanted to use the backyard swing set. She loved swinging, especially since she had conquered the skill of doing it without having to be pushed. It was like flying, she thought, though she had never flown and never would. … Continue reading

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Smoking Section

“Y’know, they’re trying to pass this law to ban smoking in restaurants and bars?” I say. “That’s crap,” Kristen replies, flicking the hand she is holding her cigarette with as if flaunting it in rebellion. “I heard about that, and … Continue reading

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