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Jesse didnt mess with the wires no more. He picked an old red car with a nice back seat and a soft, red inside. The windows could roll all the way down. He pounded a screwdriver under the steering wheel … Continue reading
THE FIRST SEVENTH GRADE math class begins in three minutes. Alexander Hambone heads to the door to guard against truant kids, introduce himself and try his best to establish rapport. As the room fills, he moves to the front with … Continue reading
“WHAT A STUNNING RESTAURANT,” said Jenny. “By the way, may I see your Golden C?” “It’s not the right time,” said Alexander. “Just a tiny peek.” “The waiter will be back any minute.”
A YOUNG WOMAN of platinum blonde hair and gorgeous legs sat, cross-legged, in a black Italian leather skirt, facing the room’s panoramic view of the roiling, noontide pacific and a panel of network producers.
THE COUCH WAS HIS, the safest place to be and where all energies fragmented throughout the week could be gathered up again.