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Experiment #9


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I think I know what to do

I have to prioritize
And to think they want me to be General Manager
Not gonna happen
I'm gonna quit this management job
I have to
I'll do summer school
I'll get a job as a bank teller when the fall comes
That's a little more in line with my economics major anyway
Less hours, sundays and holidays off
No more 24 hour-a-day Motel 6 schedule
I can do it
I have a plan now
A way out
Light at the end of the tunnel

A Picture Is Worth 1,000 Souls (Experiment #1)

A Picture Is Worth 1,000 Souls
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        They pull up in Roger's '99 Porsche Carrera. I thought he had sold that piece of junk. George gets out of the passenger seat and folds it down for me to get in. "How's it going, cocksucker?", he says, douchey as usual. I don't respond. I get in to find Roger's girl in the backseat, Rachel Feinstein. My heart starts pounding as I slide in next to her. My knee touches hers and I quickly jerk it away. She simply cracks a smile and says, "Hi". I die. I simply can't fa…

The Assassin and the Shadow Part I

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