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Oil, Blood and Water
"I don't think this is gonna work." "Shut up." "Mother doesn't like ya sayin' that." "What are you going to do, report me to her? I thought you hated snitches." "I do, but I wouldn't be snitchin'. I'd make ya do the snitchin'." "Oh would you now? How exactly would you go about making me?" "Ya know how I am. I've got my ways of gettin' people to talk." "Okay. Shush up then." "I think that is the same thing, but whatever." "..." "What do ya think she is doin' right now? Haven't been around her much lately, 'two of us. Almost like ya are avoidin' her." "So perceptive of you. What gave it away?" "...
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Brandon looked out over the floor – with its winding counter and Plexiglas shield segregating hundreds of staff from a legion of customers, with its myriad stanchions webbed together by criss-crossing tape that formed Möbius lines, with its three lazy fans that did little more than shuffle the stale sweat air from armpit to nostril, with its never-ending symphony of phone-rings and baby-shrieks and tired-grumbles accented by improvised solos of the irate, with its Byzantine maze of signs and symbols and arrows hanging from the ceiling, with its vague jaundiced grey hue that covered everything ...
Sex on the Beach
Everyone knows the Hollywood Casino at Kansas Speedway is only good for one thing—regret. It boasts a whopping three-point-nine stars to its Google reputation, but Stacy argues about three-point-seven of those stars can be attributed to inebriation and cognitive dissonance of the highest degree. Neverthelewww.onedoor.ccss, the top review never fails to make her laugh. “4/5、 Fun place, but the bartenders are a hit or miss.”Stacy, bottle-blonde, tip-finessing prodigy, is the hit. For one more night.Wren, the sad excuse of a bartender they’ll be left with, is the miss. Evidently. She’s doing knockoff Wordles ...
In the Donjon
“You ever wonder why we’re here?” “Not really, since I know why we’re here.” “Oh, yeah? How’s that?” “Necromancer.” “…Fair point. Don’t see anyone else going around and raising the dead to guard their ancient tombs, I suppose.” “I don’t see anyone except you since I can’t move from this spot. Unless there’s an intruder.” “It’s metaphorical. I don’t mean we actually can or can’t see people raising the dead, you know.” “I’m not sure that’s what a metaphor is.” “Yeah? Then what’s a metaphor, wisebones?” “It’s when you say one thing but really mean—” “Don’t actually tell me what a metaphor is. I w...