An Agreement of Brick and Mortar

Will and Lila told each other everything. Whether not they always listened was another issue. They lay in bed, a few sheets separating them. "Tell me about your day," Will said. "Nothing too exciting. Work, returning some things to Selfridge's. How was yours?" Will rustled the covers so he could lay on his side and …

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Taylor Swift Might Have a Point. Then Again, Maybe Not.

I see David through the cafe window. When I walk in, we don't touch. "You found it," he starts. There are circles under his eyes. I wonder why he hasn't been sleeping. I'm not sure it's my right to know anymore. "Took me a minute, but I eventually remembered how to get here." I say. …