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The waiting room at DoveLewis smelled like wet fur and isopropyl alcohol. On the TV bolted to the wall

The first call came from a Greyhound station in Cleveland, Ohio. I remember the way the fluorescent lights

I was closing out the register at Odell’s Grocery when a loaf of store-brand white bread hit the floor

I used to think Jenna was the boring one. She stayed in Medford, stuck in a 9-to-5 at a credit union

I work weddings in Chicago. I've photographed brides who forgot their own names, grooms who threw

The invitation came in a cream-colored envelope, and it was the first piece of mail I’d opened in a year

The Cinnabon smell at O’Hare was clawing at my stomach, and the kid was already crying before I even

I never liked how that lake house smelled. Something between pine needles and old plaster, the kind of

I stood pressed against a cold marble pillar in the Peninsula Chicago's grand ballroom, my bargain

The night Dale Haskins threw Lena Carver out, he didn't let her grab the jacket her mother had sewn