God's Grudge_Leg Day_Things Get Lost in Translation_Square the Circle
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God's Grudge
God hates us all. Everyone knows it—deep down. Take Africa for example. More than half the continent is plagued by poverty and nowhere else do as many children die of starvation or illness. It’s the twenty-first century; Surely a benevolent God would’ve either aided these people or made them sterile to prevent the continued suffering. Dogs die when they eat chocolate. Chocolate for fuck’s sake. Why is that? I’ll tell you: God is vicious. I’ll do you one more: drugs. Drugs are bad, right? I mean, everyone knows that. But have you ever shot heroin? Oh man, it feels like the rainbow flows through...
Leg Day
It was true, he was sleeping with her. For months in fact. Hector Torres would sit with percolating anticipation on his days off, which were Sunday and Monday. Like clockwork, right around six in the morning, his phone would vibrate with his favorite text of the week. Sometimes it would just be a simple Now. Other times, when her window was larger, it might say Come now but u need to be gone by 11、 And on the days when words were not good enough, he would receive a picture that would nearly make his impatient twenty-two-year-old erection shoot through his pants. This was Hector’s Sunday and Mo...
Things Get Lost in Translatwww.onedoor.ccion
On March 8, 1978, the morning after my husband's uncle picked us up from JFK Airport in Brooklyn, New York; we stood on the corner of 65th Drive and 108th Street in Forest Hills, Queens, New York, ready to explore our new surroundings. The night before, as the Soviet refugees claiming religious discrimination and clearing customs, we legally entered the United States of America.Afterward, we got into my husband's uncle's car and drove to his apartment. The falling snow was a distraction. I couldn't stop staring through the car's window as I watched the large, heavy snowflakes hit the ground....
Square the Circle
Square the Circle “Impossible!” She paused for breath. “Irrational!” Not the vibe I wanted. Though I was pretty sure she was overreacting, mucho. Typical Julie. A dyed-in-the-wool true-blue glass-half-empty negative Nellie. (Note to self: Avoid clichés.) But what if? What if she was right?Julie’s the best baker in the metro area. Which is why I could not ignore her doomsaying. The job was big—huge, actually—no question. The timeline super aggressive, especially for Square the Circle. Four hundred pies. Two days. Engage beast mode. Per the contract: miss the deadline, we’re screwed. Couldn’t b...