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Dunkoff Chapter One – Sam Wade

        I was twelve years old, a seventh-grader, sitting at my desk, wearing my number 99 Cleveland Indians baseball jersey, running my fingers over hard dried wads of chewing gum stuck under the desk and staring at a bowl of fruit on a table at the center of the room. I couldn’t have cared less about drawing a bowl of fruit. Mr. Jones could suck it.
        I looked around the room.

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A Positive Choice – Chris Morgan

Jared knew he had feelings for Diana by how he’d be struck dead in the chest, as if by an unseen fist, at the mere inference of her corporeal self, however abstract or indirect that inference was. The mention of her name by a mutual friend or the sight of one her social media handles “liking” a post, let alone a post of her own on any one of the platforms she used,

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Catfish – Charlie Chitty

The days of Los Angeles are hot, but even the nights are humid. Winds, clouds and rains are turned back by the towering San Gabriel Mountains eternally dusted with snow.

The skyline is mostly flashing lights of planes in place of stars, freckled with fog. All the way through the streets you can hear life as it takes out perfectly polished phones to take pictures of perfectly folded spaghetti cooked by perfectly underpaid chefs.

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NEMESIS – Paulos at Myth Pilot

THE DREAM:

“So, tell me again, about the dream. You’ve continued to experience it?”

“Yes, almost every night.”

The two women sit across from each other in soft gray chairs, a table just to one side where the therapist takes her notes.

“Let’s talk through it again. Do you feel you can?” said the therapist.

“I think so,” said the other woman.

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