It Was in the Other Jacket
The climbing session ended at seven. I was home by seven-forty, which is a good Tuesday. I set my bag down, went to find my transit card to put it back in its designated spot, I h…
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The Sentence That Wasn't Mine
There's a table near the back of the coffee shop I always aim for when it's free, the one with the slightly wobbly leg that nobody else wants. I had my notebook out, my second cof…
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