White concrete poured poorly, The edges pink and undercooked.

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The buttercream needed something. Raspberries? George stirred a spoonful of jam into the bowl and re-tasted. Much better, he thought...

It’s my first year of grad school. Because of the pandemic, all of our classes have been online, so the...