The Hartwells
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Carmen showed up at nine-thirty with that look in her eyes, the one that usually means trouble. I was already in my sweatshirt and ready ...
Walked into my own apartment after my anatomy study session to find Carmen, Sarah, and Jake hiding behind the couch like they’re planning...
This guy showed up at our kitchen window around seven-thirty, same as he has every morning this week. Just sits there on the sill, head t...
Sitting here staring at my laptop screen for twenty minutes before finally hitting send. Five different emails to classmates from my Adva...
Jake has seventeen museum brochures spread across his desk like he’s planning a cultural pilgrimage. I have trail maps covering my yoga m...
The laundry basket has been giving me dirty looks from the corner of our bedroom for exactly nine days. Not that I was counting or anythi...
Sarah came over to help me meal prep for the week ahead, we’ve been trying to get better about actually planning our groceries instead of...
Carmen volunteered to help me put together the new bookshelf I’ve been avoiding for three weeks. “How hard can it be?” she said. Famous l...
The polo shirt feels different when it’s actually your job. I’ve been volunteering at the rec center for months, but today I clock in for...
Michelle showed up for our usual check-in about her post-race recovery plan. I had my notebook ready, questions about how her legs felt, ...
