Tactical Reunion
Bella emerged from the late twilight, into the hotel lobby, like a sufficiently recovered she-wolf entering an open dell from a dim forest of lost time. Although it could not…
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It Was The Cookie’s Fault
Riding a bike is easy. Until you try doing it with an armful of groceries seeking escape from a torn paper bag — while eating a cookie.
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How I Saved Three Nuns from Certain Doom
I didn’t intend to be a hero. But as a result, I lost my job, my wife and both of my girlfriends.
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