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The Odds

He had searched high and low, mostly low, but he knew his fate, rigged to electrical impulses and happenstance, waited somewhere between a wrong number and an empty glass. He squeezed the lucky rabbit foot in his pocket, a prayer, … Continue reading

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Metronome

It doesn’t take much to become days of mourning. This world provides plenty of opportunities to convert one into days of mourning. Then days of mourning becomes weeks of mourning. Months of mourning. Years. But it begins with days of … Continue reading

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