Those nights, the dreadful, pain wincing nights staring up at the vast whiteness of the ceiling listening to the sweet low breaths of my dog Bodie. In the days immediately after my husband George died, I would stay up crying ...
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I first realized I had superpowers about two months after my husband's death. I was out of state at a birthday party for a good friend whose other friends only knew me from a distance. Last they had seen me ...
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