Betrayal at the Bungalow

Betrayal at the Bungalow

“I’m not doing the job,”  she said over her shoulder. The cord of her headphones snagged on her notebook as she turned the page and the corner. “Here is my phone number, it’s for the new address. Please send it out tomorrow.” She...
A Token of Affliction

A Token of Affliction

The purple puffy pouch rested against the stapler. Some of the air already deflated causing it to slump more than stand. Not that she had filled it with air or anything really to make it puffy, it had just kind of closed that way. Inside was a small token of...

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