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Joanne set the cast-iron skillet down in the sink, letting the water roar against the hot metal.

“I will never marry you, Cass. Marriage is nothing but a worthless piece of paper. If you need a contract

Jenna still remembers the exact clink of Ethan’s fork hitting the plate at the rooftop restaurant in Boulder.

“Dude, who even wants that old lady around?” Kyle laughed into his phone, wedging it between his ear

The first time Greg called me a “safe bet,” I laughed. I was thirty-two, he was thirty-six, we were at

The ring was so thin, it looked like it came from a gumball machine. Lily held it up to the window light

It all came to a head at Thanksgiving. Fifteen of us crammed around my mother’s dining table in her old

I still have the little clay pot Daisy painted for me. It sits on my kitchen windowsill, right where

The kitchen smelled like a tire fire and regret. I stood there in my old Portland Fire Department hoodie

For four years, we shared a wall in a sagging brownstone in Brooklyn. Four years of the same cracked