Brother Omaron was probably dead. It wasn’t definitive, no one had checked his pulse. We weren’t allowed to, part of the Greater …
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The following story contains strong use of language. If this sort of thing bothers you, then I’d click on something else before …
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I always wanted to handle the horn like Louis Armstrong, with lips so swollen and flush against the mouthpiece, girls wouldn’t …
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The place: Siberia. The time: could be any. It’s Siberia. The horn blew and Pebby waddled in line with …
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“Yes, hi, I would like to lodge a complaint,” she said. “Very well,” he said. “Let me just retrieve the …
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It began with a string of bad ideas: don’t feed the crying baby, kick the dog who is always sleeping in …
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“The point is he doesn’t use me that often,” said David Pinster’s Triceps, the oft underused muscle group after the third …
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You’re not supposed to throw rocks at triceratops’ heads, but I did anyway. Can you blame me? They basically have shields on …
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Once upon a time, there was a tree. The tree knew it was a tree, knew it was in a local park, …
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“Notice the contoured curves.” He’s a genius, this salesman. “Gun-metal stainless steel certified. As solid as the company that built it.” …
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