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I do not know if Celeste had been crying or not, but she looked as sullen as I ever did while she sat beside me and stared at the carpet. Neither of us said anything; I did not want to make the mistake of saying something that could spark any tears. Uncomfortable with the silence, I shifted, a little surprised when she did too. I looked at her face and we stared at each other; she seemed uncomfortable too, so I smiled at her. She smiled back and we both let out quiet chuckles. It was hard to laugh with our loved one in a hospital bed just a few blocks away, so our chuckles died out and we went silent again. The sound of television from the ot

Graceful Wasting By Sam Kallberg 001 Gracie Evans, an American exchange student at the University, was nothing special until one particularly dark, Friday night. After a long day of extensive studying for a test, she settled into the armchair of her apartment's living room, dressed down to her flannel pajamas and slippers. She sighed and almost melted into the velvet material, leaning her head back. A few minutes of silence passed before she reached over the arm to grab the remote, having the urge to turn on the television. The screen flashed on just as the weather part of the news was ending. A news bulletin came on, a video playing witho