Section 12

Bing! Getting in the elevator, Roger became aware of the pungent birth of citrus, he tried to turn, but the car was packed people pushing people shoving with the lunch crowd. Maybe it was an old brandy smell, maybe it was his imagination. They were crammed in the tin...

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Section 11

Flames leapt upon her from the charred remains of the bum; flailing her arms she tried to put the flames out to no avail. Her face melts before her eyes, as now she is drowning and now awake once again. She hears the doctors conferring, but their voices are muffled by...

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Section 10

Roger floated back to the third floor. It had been awhile since he had felt the euphoria of success; the rollercoaster of the past few days was making him drunk on his elation. No more settling for the lowest common denominator in the equation (horrorscope); if this...

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Section 9

Roger did not know what to expect as he pushed his way through the imposing oaken doors; the rumors that he was dying from some kind of cancer led him to imagine a hospital bed with air bags, sensors,  the whole nine yards, but the man standing with his hands clasped...

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Section 8

Roger entered the antechamber on the 13th floor and gazed appreciatively at the secretary sitting behind the desk. She looked up with a hint of exasperation oh baby leggs are here and fawning, but judged him to be worth neither in that split second. "Do you have an...

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Section 7

Reginald McNamara sat at his desk and pondered. Not so much the certainty of his position or the fictional balance he had created in his life, but the mysteries that lay just beyond his periphery. Even as a child growing up in the squalor of Koreatown, a single...

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Section 6

“I cannot explain it, Master,” the viselike grip on the dominus’ balls sent a nauseating pain into the man’s lower intestines. “It is beguiling.” “It is incompetent,” another squeeze, “it is repugnant,” still another, “but it is hardly beguiling.” “The magus searched...

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Section 5

Roger forgot about the coffee and made his way, however reluctantly, to the boss' office. After plopping heavily in the leather chair, he massaged his temples and waited to see how this little vignette would play out. Frank Danforth had always been the overlooked man....

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Section 4

Digger Brown sat legs splayed an uncomfortable chair in the hallway and takin care of business just to the right of the private hospital room occupied by Cassandra Diamond. He dug into the Cheeto bag with his fingers as a can of Coke crouched between his meaty thighs,...

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