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Sink Another One"Just stay away from the bottle. If you can make it one more night, then maybe you can make it another night after that," Perry thought as his fingers inched closer and closer to the open case of beer beckoning him from the misty cool fridge. He didn't want the beer to win this time, or maybe it was that he didn't want the beer at all… Maybe he needed something harder. Liquor. "No," he thought again, knowing if he resorted to that, it would somehow be worse than the beer. But it didn't seem to matter much any more, beer or liquor, vodka or wine. Alcohol was poisoning him, and not just his liver. It was the poison that was degrading his h
More'n Flowers Love the Rain"I love you more than the flowers love the rain." It was a game my father used to play with me when I was very little. Every night, he'd find a new way to compare his love for me. I was his only son, the only child. When my first sister was born, he would have to find two different ways to compare his love for us every night, and by the third child, he gave up that game all together. I guess it became too much of a hassle, or else he didn't want to spark jealousy amongst us. Three daughters and one boy is what my family became. I was instantly promoted to sous-manofthehouse, which meant no more games for me and Papa. It's been like that for s
Ronnie ain't bossIt ain't as easy as ya made it look, Johnny. You was always a leader from the day you was born. You was like my older brother, and I didn't know a life apart from you. Then you went and left me here, left me in charge, and where was I supposed to go from there? I ain't a leader. I ain't no follower, neither, but I ain't some kinda father figure. I don't know what they expect from me. I ain't the brains you was. I ain't patient, I ain't wholesome. I just ain't you, Jay. I guess that's what they expectin', but I can't deliver. Just ain't my style. Ernie keeps comin' to me, as if I were his best friend or somethin'. I don't know what he wants. H
Marszy is Spy- Preview log1“You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, moja perła…” Dienstleiter Adler von Schon said with gravity in his tone as he gently tied a scarf around Marszenka’s neck, completing the look. “…Or should I say, zhemchuzhina?” His Russian accent was flawless and charming, though his expression sullen as he lifted the young woman’s chin to meet her eyes.Marszenka Jablonska had just been briefed on an undercover reconnaissance mission to meet with one Yasmina Janz, a German woman who was playing a similar game to von Schon. She, too, lived a double life, posing for the Reich as
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