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  Now, all these years later, I wonder: does Natasha dream about operating in the shadows, about turning into a spy? When she cries in her s...

Plucked Porcupine I miss the swish of grass and clover The crunch of twigs, no pangs, no hunger, That place is far--I must not pine-- For a...

The finishing touch for my paper sculpture, Plucked Porcupine: eyes. They hang down by a thread, which allows them to twist in the air as he...

  The library doors come to a near-close behind me and, in a snap, I hear a muffled voice from inside. Somebody calls out my name, which is ...

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I cast a quick look at my bathroom mirror and apply a dab of makeup over the little scar under the corner of my eye. Then I let my golden re...