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Robyn’s mouth was a straight line, and her arms were crossed. Her lighter was in her right hand, and she flicked it on and off. “One condition, though.”
I didn’t remember when I saw the blade under Robyn’s sleeve, but it must have been some- time after we walked past the parking lot and into the ravine behind the school.
I definitely saw it by the time Travis asked me why I was leaving. “Don’t worry,” I said, not meeting his eyes. “She’s predictable.”
Ho has been the recipient of numerous awards, including the Marguerite R. Dow Creative Writing Award, and First Prize in the Alfred Poynt Poetry Compe- tition, both from Western University.
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enamel, copper, wood 18 1/2” x 10” x 2 1/2” by Martha Banyas