Palm Reading at the Carnival
Maya's palm was sweating. Literally. Like, could barely grip her phone sweating. "You nervous?" Marcus asked, leaning against the carnival entrance gate like he owned it. His aunt...
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Maya's palm was sweating. Literally. Like, could barely grip her phone sweating. "You nervous?" Marcus asked, leaning against the carnival entrance gate like he owned it. His aunt...
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Emma sat beneath the tall palm tree in her backyard, holding a bright orange in her small palm. She closed her eyes tight and made the same wish she made every summer afternoon – f...
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