When I was a kid, my dad used to take an incessant number of pictures. My least favorite part of family vacations was the pictures. I found it so unnecessary. Take one picture,
Theresa saw a tall, dark, and handsome man standing at the end of the bar. He wasn't there with anyone, but he was there. She, of course, was there with friends,
‘Tis the season for free-writes. As spring turns into summer, priorities change. Suddenly the temptation to be outside is what matters most. The writing suffers because something must. The world is full of
It was a random Tuesday on the prop trading floor. A second-year trader went up to one of the veteran traders as he was sitting at his desk, minding his own business.
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