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Sara
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Let me just say I reacted as any sensible person would. I promptly locked him out, leaving him on my front porch, clutching his remaining clothes. I’d tricked him by saying I’d left my phone in the car and of course he volunteered to get it. Mean, I know, but how else could I get him to leave? He’s twice my size.
To my credit, I’ve since learned that asking works just fine and no longer resort to such trickery.
— Nov 12, 2017 08:20AM
To my credit, I’ve since learned that asking works just fine and no longer resort to such trickery.
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Sara
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“Oh God, I’m dead, aren’t I? Dead-dead. The final sha-bang. A ghost on toast, right? Kaput,” I said, my eyes still closed. “Like the real deal.”
“No,” he said, smoothing my hair away from my face. “You’re just in the hospital. Again.”
— Nov 14, 2017 03:11PM
“No,” he said, smoothing my hair away from my face. “You’re just in the hospital. Again.”
Sara
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“I don’t want to die,” she said. “I’m still single.”
Lord, I wasn’t about to go into romance with her. Like my life was any less of a mess in this department. “Have you talked to the cops yet?”
“Why, are they cute?”
“I didn’t mean for a date,” I said, shaking my head.
— Nov 13, 2017 09:25AM
Lord, I wasn’t about to go into romance with her. Like my life was any less of a mess in this department. “Have you talked to the cops yet?”
“Why, are they cute?”
“I didn’t mean for a date,” I said, shaking my head.
Sara
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No names, I thought. No names.
After all, if hallucinations were anything like puppies, then names meant something. A name meant it would stick around.
— Nov 12, 2017 04:04PM
After all, if hallucinations were anything like puppies, then names meant something. A name meant it would stick around.
Sara
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“I just got another batch of your reviews.”
Brinkley waved a thin stack of post-replacement survey cards at me before tossing them for me to catch. They were held together by a rubber band and their rough edges each sported a different color ink and handwriting.
“My personal favorite and I quote,” he said, through tight lips. “Ms. Sullivan is like a human Chihuahua who barks at anything that moves.”
— Nov 11, 2017 02:48PM
Brinkley waved a thin stack of post-replacement survey cards at me before tossing them for me to catch. They were held together by a rubber band and their rough edges each sported a different color ink and handwriting.
“My personal favorite and I quote,” he said, through tight lips. “Ms. Sullivan is like a human Chihuahua who barks at anything that moves.”
