We're not Europe; in America, austerity means murder.
I got offered a job on a Friday but my reel wasn’t recent and hot enough and my system was too old.
I got offered a job the following Friday but I was flying to Arizona that day for my grandma’s funeral.
One fifty four in the afternoon, mid-March: the sun outside is perfect, I have the perfect mix of caffeine and glucose in my blood, and I savor a full minute of pleasure.
Now how to crawl across the dusk?
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