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Let You Down

Ah, yes, there I was, yet again sitting in my car, crying. It’s in these moments I wonder what my emotions think they’re doing, just spilling out of my eyes like that. So, there’s a song from Glee (I was … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning at Starbucks

The air felt like spring, despite it being in the middle of the North Carolina summer. Hannah and I sat outside in metal chairs at the South Commissary Starbucks reading our Bibles, sipping on steamed coconut milk and iced coffee. … Continue reading

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The One About Pre-Deployment Leave…

Jake was given seventeen days of leave before deployment. We’d spent six days at my family’s house, and then six days with the proper Brocks, all in Central NY. ┬áThe final five days we spent in Oak Island, NC, in … Continue reading

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Die to the Bench to Walk on the Sidewalk

“For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder and every vile practice. But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere. And a … Continue reading

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One Team?

It was 5:30am when Jacob dropped me off at the Starbucks located at the entrance of Cross Creek mall, just next to Zoe’s Kitchen. The sky was still dark, and there was a layer of fog on the whole of … Continue reading

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Good To Me

Mom and I were on our way to Gracie and Jimmy’s soccer game. “He’s just so good to you, ya know?” she said to me, her eyes on the road. “I mean, He’s been so gentle with you this whole … Continue reading

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Armor On

I sat in my bed with a cup of hot tea, listening to the quiet hum of the box fan in the window, towering above Pratt Institute, the morning still stretching its arms and rubbing the sleepers out of its … Continue reading

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