We fell in love when I was 17 and Pieter was 18. He was the Belgian exchange student at my high school in Los Angeles. He was tall, elegant, with a thick mane of dark hair and a dreamy Flemish accent. He spoke four languages; he floored me with his brilliance and effervescence.
The reverend glanced at the Alabama River. The spectacular Montgomery skyline like a masterpiece God painted. Then he looked below.
With the Big Test™ just two weeks away, we need to make sure you can answer any multiple choice questions on the three branches of government. So please get out your history textbook, open it to page sixty-four...
But it’s not that simple.
No, it never is.
Everyone at the Bridge Street Hostel agreed the roaches were a problem. But most of the volunteers felt it was something they could live with. That is, until they learned to talk.
"Just stay with me, lady. Help's on the way."
I looked at the woman whose head I was cradling in my arms. How she survived being thrown from her car after it went through the ditch was a mystery to me. . Blood gushed from a large gash on her head and from her left arm where the bone broke and pushed through the skin...
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