Monthly Archives: November 2009

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Sometimes, maybe it’s better to listen and nod sympathetically. (#966) Continue reading

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The door of the change room opens, and she steps out in unaccustomed yellow. A tiny fricative escapes his lips like methane hissing from a newly punctured can of slightly spoiled soup. He smiles, admires the label, but the stench … Continue reading

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Here we have a message in a bottle, if it made it into the bottle. (#964) Continue reading

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