Author: Quinn
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I love pumpkin muffins. I’m not really a pumpkin spice person, as far as candles and lattes and hand soaps and everything else that becomes pumpkinafied in the fall, but pumpkin muffins, I’m a sucker for. I used to get my fix from Aldi or, when I was feeling fancy, Panera Bread. But now I…
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As of October 1st, I have read 51 books in 2026. That’s pretty good with three months still left in the year. I use Goodreads to track the books that I read across all formats: Libby, Spotify, Kindle Unlimited, and physical books. But my real tracking takes place in a spreadsheet on Google Docs. This…
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My wonderful partner bought me a bracelet for our two years anniversary. He remembered me commenting on his sister’s anklet maybe twice over the course of our relationship and bought me a beautiful diamond and gold bracelet with an infinity symbol on it. He gave it to me in a McDonald’s parking lot because on…
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“This way, Mr. Carpenter, Mrs. Carpenter.” The receptionist led us toward a set of double doors behind her desk. I squeezed my wife’s hand before moving to follow the woman. This whole thing had been my wife’s idea, but after all the time and money we had invested in it, I was rather nervous myself.…
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Ethen didn’t rise immediately this time. Instead he sat and cried looking at the blood paving tracks across his filthy hands. There was no one in this world for him. He might as well die here in the woods. “Would you like to die?” a deep, scratchy voice asked him from somewhere in the darkness.