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Senior week, Nick Voag, a 6’1 JROTC guy with Tintin hair and ladder abs and a quick dumb industrious face, went to Ocean City and came back saying…

On Tuesday morning, exactly one year after Marco started turning a profit with his cleaning service, he got a call for his biggest job yet…

“I could walk the earth until it bled,” he told me.

“Don’t you think your feet would bleed first?” I responded as my hand got hot from standing too close to…

I climb into the hammock and the ropes slip all around me and snatch me sagging like a cartoon snare. I’m trying to read…

He told me to shut up but I didn’t listen, spewing words like gasoline out over the curve of his back. I felt his…