The Wrestlers

The wrestlers circled each other with evident hatred for each other. One rich, one poor, as the crowd cheers.

Springtime a la Carte (by O Henry)

Spring was taking its time to arrive in the city, and with no letter from her fiance in weeks, Sarah’s quite wilted. “In a faint, golden glow from her dandeleonine dream, she fingered the typewriter keys absently for a little while, with her mind and heart in the meadow lane with her young farmer.”

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