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The Hangover

Bacon. Give me bacon. Hash browns. Sausages. Fried eggs. Toast. Mushrooms. Tomato. And bacon. More bacon. As much bacon as you can possible get on the plate. Bring a side plate if totally necessary. I don’t care. Spinach, too, yes, just a little, but not

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Alone

She reached down to button buttons that were already done up, her fingers encountering the smooth plastic and communicating the instant knowledge back to her brain that there was no further refuge against the cold. The jacket had a fleece lining, and she was momentarily

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In Stereo

The room was large, but the amount of clutter and mess stuffed into the shelving units, piled high on the floor, and slumping in untidy piles against the corners and the walls encroached on the space. I’m not sure it was ever a nice room,

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Cailín Álainn

The first thing Lisa asked when she saw the ocean was whether he had a blanket in the trunk of his car. ‘No,’ Chris said. ‘I’ve never needed one.’ ‘Then you should go to the beach more often,’ she said. ‘Jesus, if I lived in