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Colors blur between the slats. Orange, red—fall leaves. Good. We’ve entered the forests. We’re progressing up the track line. I cough. The world shakes. For an instant the…
As is the case with most third wives, Maja was first a mistress, then a tabloid bride, and finally the widow of Dr. Adam P. Von Heimel. Von…
The following is the thought record of one Mark Edgar Mara in the hours preceding his Rebirth®, as recorded by the Knowledge Growth Battalion of the Never Sound…
The two of them were outside, Paul and Beth, and she was throwing away scratch-off tickets in the big dumpster that’s supposed to be for food waste only.…
I “You are not confined by the gates. They’re not there to lock you in. You’re free to leave at any time, at any age, for…
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