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The Shark KnifeThe Shark KnifeThe Shark Knife
Sam and Dave were on their way to the Marina. Sam was driving. Dave was asleep in the passenger seat. He was always out like a light as soon as they started rolling. They are both good-looking twenty-somethings. Sam is blonde. Sam turned up the radio to drown out the light snores that are just starting to emerge from Dave, and that he knows will get worse. There was still another half hour in the car. Sam rolls down the window and runs his fingers through his hair, leaning out and smiling at himself in the si


Patches - draftPatches By Melissa Pitt It was the time in spring when the dirt/mud ratio is finally in the dirt majority. All overPatches - draft
the sterile suburban landscape annuals were popping up in front of the rows of similar
modern townhouses all down the street. The sun started lazily on its way up the sky,
promising a beautiful fresh day. The few clouds were wispy and dark, like the smoke
from a newly doused flame. On Virginia Cummings's back deck a patio chair was laying seat down, legs thrown
carelessly to the air, on top of the glass-top table. In the far left corner of the yard, the
lady herself mut
Tee hee hee.
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