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The Contract Killer
While i was washing my hair, my mind drifted to Ben. He actually uses a pick-up line about being a CIA agent in bars to attract women. A pick-up line. I made the connection. That’s what this was: a pick-up … Continue reading
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The Contract Killer
Going to the funeral was a mistake. I hadn’t attended Tom’s funeral because I was paranoid that somehow someone would connect me to it and I would be arrested—or something dramatic like that. But Felicity’s funeral … well, I felt … Continue reading
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My Career Suicide Note
You won’t realize it’s over until well after the fact. There will be a period of adjustment where you cycle through various stages of denial and disbelief. This is perfectly natural. At some point, you’ll wake up and realize that … Continue reading
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It Makes Me Wonder:
I tapped my feet impatiently while concentrating on the sound of the rubber sole against slick, sterile linoleum flooring inside our local airport. Even though it was early afternoon, the monitors showed the schedule a little light on flights. Perfect … Continue reading
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An Involuntary Intimate, Part 26:
By the time George left the coffee shop, he had been given an extra latte, some packets of gourmet peppermint cocoa, and one of the one-cup coffee contraptions he had stared at during the awkward moment of meeting his brother’s … Continue reading
An Involuntary Intimate, Part 25:
When George entered the coffee shop looking for his brother’s ex-lover, the bells on the door jingled as if in warning. George stepped sideways to clear the shutting door and took in the mushroom-shaped chairs, the found-art sculptures on three-legged … Continue reading
An Involuntary Intimate:
Since Nogo’s death, Martin moved through the aisles of computers as if in a fog. He helped people find the cursor, eject a CD, log onto an online literacy site, but his motions were mechanical, and he spoke little if … Continue reading
