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Donald's ragged mid-length grey hair curled out from under his trucker hat. From across the parking lot, the midwinter sun reflected a dull gray sky in his sunglasses. His face betrayed a knowledge of the awful but necessary deed. What he didn't know was that I knew too.

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Ever since October he'd been involved. First it was intercepting her letters - love letters mostly (two men!) - but occasionally a stakeout. Not that it mattered much; she seemed an angel. He wondered what she could have done that NQD wanted her watched.

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A rusted, navy-colored gooseneck horse trailer lay overturned and at angle to the state highway. No dually to be seen. A nervous horse with a broken leg lay near the fenceline, exhausted. "Third time this year," the deputy uttered, the wind the only witness. She spat.

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Thunder had made its home in the valley tonight. Lightning moved in at a frightening pace... 3 strikes within 25 miles... 10... 5... And no closer fidelity would be obtained. All the campers were accounted for in the shelter. All that remained was for Nicholas to declare "all clear".

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In a mere 20 paces he'd be there.... 15... 25... now 15 again? The bricks wouldn't hold their shapes in his eyes. Dawn was fading into evening. For once, Three was in distress.

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You awake in a gorgeous field. It's mid-morning and you feel the sun on your skin. You have clothes on but no shoes. You hear a nigger war cry in the distance... What happens next?

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My mother was an elf. And my father a sword wielder. In between all the cracks is how I grew up, and wise.

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Many folks'd say you don't truly know a man until you fight them. That hadn't been Ray Martin's experience, though.

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"ROAD MAY FLOOD" was the text on the yellow road sign. Given the circumstances, it felt like irony to Kayla - the entire valley had flooded, much less the road. She could have boated to the highway rest stop a mile distant. Nobody had boats out here, though - the desert made fools out of boat owners

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Their conference room was sterile - glass walls and windows, grays and whites and blacks. The window shades were pulled halfway down to mitigate the afternoon sun. While Andrea prepared for the big meeting, her boss was railing Melissa 4 stories above.

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He was one of those guys who didn't wash their hands after touching his dick. And it wouldn't have been so bad, except...

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Samantha couldn't understand it. The numbers just weren't coming out right. For the first time in a long time, she faced losing a bowling match.

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There were a few glowing briquettes left, so I decided to warm up some cookies. Whatever happened next was between Gerald, Georgia, and God... because the next sensation was a prickly pear's spine in my third thoracic vertebrae, followed by a whoosh of a passing vehicle. Gerald was my dog.

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"Not sure what else to tell ya, friendo. Law says you need more beer. Not my rules, I just enforce 'em. Gonna write you up. Have a nice day sir," the officer said, turning away from Sam.

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Even the pizza tasted drab, like a black-and-white movie. The slice would never be finished; it and the paper plate slid into the trash can on his way out the door. This morning, Amy was going to pay.

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Marlene broke the long silence: "I wanna know what happens when you take the penis away." A reply began to formulate in Peter's brain, and became real in his vocal chords: "Well,..."

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Thomas sighed and tried to explain it again: "I don't know how I ended up here. I don't know how this works. All I can say for sure is I have to invent the self-healing egg shell."

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Thumpity thump thump

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Somewhere about 15 miles south of town, where the train crosses, he came to. Again. This time he swerved off and came to a skidding halt in the gravel, hopped out, and made sure his boots were still in the back seat.

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For the past 96 hours, all he'd eaten were the condiment packets from restaurants along 45th and Rudd Streets.

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Up ahead on the freeway, John saw half of a mobile home passing another semi. "Oversized loads are usually the ones getting passed, not the ones passing," he thought. Within a minute he had caught up to the vinyl-wrapped load and was himself passing it. [continued]

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The three of us couldn't agree on what to do next. Ryan was bordering on hysteria and his judgement was... unsound. Jonathan was using the incident to advance his pet theories about the town. Mine was the only rational course of action.

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I didn't often drive on West Main... only East Main. As we passed the gun store - "Shit!", my passenger interrupted. "They closed up shop - see? 'For rent'." I whipped my head to the right to staring at my passenger about 1/2 second too long, then beyond into the glare of the vacant store's window.

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The scene would strike most as appalling and horrific, but to Ben it was just Sunday. This time, however, it was clear he'd need a knife that could cut muscle - across the grain.

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The sunlight trickled through his window, and he groaned and rolled over onto his left shoulder, only to find that his left shoulder and arm were no longer there...

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