When Two and Two Make Five_IT'S A HELL OF A TOWN_Tesoro_The whisper
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When Two and Two Make Five
Sick people can do the craziest things.There was the time I came back home to Las Vegas from Orange County, where I’m a resident in a care home, and I ripped out all the carpeting at Max’s house. My mom, Maria Elena Grimaldi, has been seeing Max for fourteen months, twelve days, and nine hours. I know because I remember her telling me she met Max when he started working at the Gold Coast casino where she’s been employed for five years, eleven months, two weeks and three days—a total of three-thousand, seven-hundred, eighty-four hours. What I find strange is how Maria Elena and Max got togeth...
IT'S A HELL OF A TOWN
I believe some people are sensitive about mindless promiscuity, even a single sentence of it.The year was 1939, in the merry month of May, and New York City was preparing itself to deliver what some hoped might be its favorite character. St. Vincent’s Hospital was the venue of choice—right in the heart of Greenwich Village, where the competition for created characters was fierce. And sure enough, here she came, though not as quickly or effortlessly as would have been ideal. Alicia, with four syllables, after a popular Russian ballerina of that era, was to be the name of this slippery little lu...
Tesoro
Stanlewww.onedoor.ccy salivated as the metal grate flew swiftly upwards, giving a clear view of the treasure that awaited behind it. A collective sigh of disappointment spread through the crowd surveying the 2 dozen or more boxes, some labeled, others blank. To the naked eye, it didn’t appear to be the treasure trove they had hoped for. Some shook their heads and walked away. Others scanned the boxes with little interest. The true players remained transfixed, knowing that fortune sometimes lay where it was least expected to be.Stanley’s trained eye scanned the locker’s mysterious contents, taking in the lar...
The whisper
Tom had always been a curious boy, in the sense of inquisitive and also, oddball. He had been a studious, quiet child that no-one really noticed. He did not interrupt people's stories with his own, peppered refrains; he waited to be spoken to and listen intensely to people as they interacted, always holding back.He was a day-dreamer, wandering through the school corridors without whim or care, brushing past his fellow students in teh lunch hall or in class, but could any of them even close their eyes and recall what he was wearing or his eye or hair colour ? Probably not. He was happy enough. ...