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Bob sat in the salon chair with a pastel rainbow draped over his chest. The woman flipped the cloth swatches quickly below his chin, fanning his hair away from his forehead with the breeze of her intensity. ‘See,” She said, quickly going through the pastels, “Your face gets lost here.
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A parking lot high up on the mountain top. Crumpled cans of Monster lay round Jonny’s feet in the cab of his tractor as he listened to the radio on his ear protectors. His aviators sat low on his nose as he tried to look down and see where
EDEN
‘You know, they said there wasn’t much left of Frank when they recovered the body from his car.’ Tom stepped into the formation room before Sherry. ‘I know, we are so sorry.’ ‘Well, it wasn’t your fault, was it?’ Sherry entered the room and Tom closed the door
Short story
There was no use in trying to hide, the box was clear as day. Joe could crouch in the corner, but everyone outside of the box could see him. He could squeeze his face into a corner where two walls met, but then the people on the other side would
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