Jenna Lawrence | Managing Editor Image from Envato by Michelangeloop The passenger at the front of the train has been staring at me the entire ride. I’ve had my nose in my book, The Stranger  by Albert Camus, since I got on two hours ago, and that person has not looked away since. I tried looking out the window at the Alps to try to distract myself from my stalker. But the glare from the sun is so bad, the only thing I can see is my bald head and thick glasses in the reflecti

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Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief I puffed it out. I saw the smoke rise into the sky. I looked around to see if anyone saw the cloud coming...