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At a cafe on the Rue du Farbourg, Sarah was threatening to blow her cover and to stop her, I had to spell out some very hard truths. "We rescued you for one reason, Sarah:  We thought you might be useful, and you have been."
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Dealing with difficult people is a part of everyday life, and encounters with such people can be frustrating and, occasionally, even upsetting. The important thing to remember after such exchanges is that, above any other consideration, it is not about you.
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At the risk of bringing censure on myself for inserting politics in an apolitical forum, allow me to propose the following 10 reasons for not voting for Trump:

1). His hair is dumb, even though he takes elaborate and expensive measures to make it not look dumb
2).(more)
The doctron for my ward was making the rounds and, late in the morning, it paused by my bed.  "How are you feeling today?" It asked in a gently lilting woman's voice devoid of sympathy.    "Same?"
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I leave the house when I can.  Staring at those four walls, I get angry.  Then self-loathing. When I leave the apartment, my world opens up and the sunshine gets in.  But today I can't concentrate.  There's a guy yammering in the background behind me.  He owns the coffee sh(more)
Toothache pain sings and rings in the ears and puts you on a different frequency than everyone else in the room.  Toothache pain is instructive pain.  You change your behavior according to its demands.  You talk less or don't eat certain foods, or at all.  The toothache takes charge.(more)
The pudgy man breathed heavily and sank deeper into the cushion of his chair.  Stretching his legs, he admired the stripes in his socks, then called to the next room.  "Wendell?"

Floating inches off the ground, the robot whirred through the door, its arms raised at attention. "Yes, Mr.(more)
You can't go home again, Thomas Wolfe famously wrote.  But in spite of this long held truth, here I am, nearly broke and all the way tired, driving my decrepit Ford in the direction of my place of birth.   Depending on what I find there, I intend to stay for(more)
For me, coffee is hydraulic fluid and is the only liquid capable of pushing my muscles in useful directions when I start out in the morning.   The place I work has a really nice coffee machine, too.  It pours my go-to drink, which is espresso, served black, with no adulterants.  I'll(more)
     My mother  inherited an old cigar box with correspondence from her great grandfather to his sweetheart and future wife.  He had taken a job working on the construction of the Panama Canal. Bundled with the letters are dozens of photographs.  One shows an older man in a(more)


He is the man with wings, laid low by a collision with power lines and burned nastily across his nose.  His night vision ruined in the encounter, he no longer flies in the dark, and for fear of being spotted, never by day, either.  Earthbound, he mopes and wiles aw(more)
I sought the crone who inhabited the hut by the blackwater ditches.  Hunching like a rabbit, she listened intently as I stated my business.  She nodded, then took the money from my outstretched hand, replacing it with the cure, or rather, the recipe for the cure, scribbled in ebony ink on(more)
I work in a retail plant nursery or, if you prefer, a garden center.  We sell plants, pots, rakes, shovels, dirt, mulch, etcetera.  In the month of August, we are slow, since the daily temperature stays more or less fixed in the mid-nineties, and only the adamant or the ignorant garden(more)
There is a special economy at work here, people.

Our guide opened the little wooden door that led inside the two-story building and, with a wave of his hand, beckoned us to enter.  The group formed a line, stepping gingerly around a puddle of black water, then entered one(more)
Still chewing on the news as if it were a loathsome chunk  of bad apple.   David and Harper are gone.  I knew them, separately, in elementary school but hadn't heard from them in years.  They went to Chattahoochee High, I went to Probst.  I didn't know they were dating but (more)