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John Horatio Smith was an odd man. He sold top hats in the men’s boutique down the street. The street… Read more.
He plotted a path across the highway. As he slowly walked, the rushing machines went right through him as if… Read more.
“These are my best ones,” he said, and he leaned forward and spoke quietly even though he didn’t need to… Read more.
He got out of the truck and went closer to the water. It looked like a mirror with the way… Read more.
The party was to be held at the home of the mysterious Veronica Eyes. She had eyes that didn’t look… Read more.
“You’re the immigrant,” he snarled in a wild, earthy way. “And I’ll gladly knock you back to Europa.” Read more.
She shook her head at him. “But you’re not a lobster, Truman. You’re a man. A real man. And you… Read more.
Excerpt: “I don’t really care about losing my job anymore,” Truman said. “I’m on the brink of catastrophe. I just… Read more.
Ephemeral Green Ego. I hesitated to tell him because he had a bad habit of being overly judgmental. “I dreamt… Read more.
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