“What’s your name?” “Sappho.” “Is that your first name or last name?” “It’s my name. There’s no more.” “Look, the boss asked me to interview you, but it’s my reputation on the line here, so if you’re not going to be straight forward with me, I’m not doing the interview. This is my career after…
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“Name”? “Sappho.” “First name followed by last name.” “The name is Sappho. No last name.” “Are you homeless or something?” “No. Are you homeless?” She looks at me as though I’m the biggest idiot on the planet. “I obviously have a job. I’m sitting here entering your information. So, no I’m not homeless. Look, you’re…
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As I’m finishing my last few bites of food, Stain goes over to the waitress and hands her a credit card. They chat for a while, and she writes something down. Stain points at the door. He does that a lot; he points. His nonverbal communication skills are extraordinarily effective. I nod, and we walk…
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Stain and I walk along the path once more, which now weaves between buildings. We’re almost downtown. I poke Stain sharply between the ribs. “Hey, hungry.” “Cool cool. Let’s just check if the t-shirt place is open yet.” I get louder. “Hungry.” “There are a ton of restaurants right near the t-shirt shop.” “Hungry now….
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Stain pushes Not Lily’s face out of his backside and begins putting his clothes back on. Not Lily seems angry again. “I just licked your asshole for like 20 minutes, you owe me a fuck.” “I’m not having intercourse with you; I know where you’ve been.” Before Not Lily gets a chance to give an…
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A couple of muscular jock types start walking towards the crowd. They have an air of entitlement in their bomber jackets and extra short hair cuts. The smarter looking of the two speaks up, number 17 on his jacket. “Hey, you guys got weed?” Shirtless guy goes to welcome them. “Yes, but you have to…
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I sit right next to the girl by the rocks. She’s not much like the others. She’s not a hippie, and she’s not pretending to be one. “Hi. You don’t seem like the others here.” She doesn’t look at me. “Why? Because I’m wearing a shirt.” “No, you seem different because they’re partying, and you’re…
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The half naked woman who loved the site of Stain chowing down on his own, followed him over to the massive cannon joint and huffed on it at the same time as him. The sides of their lips touched while they inhaled together. She took one extra hit then grabbed his face, pressed her lips…
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We’re running. I’ve sped up and Stain has slowed down. We’re sober. The pathway starts moving closer to the river, through the trees, and away from the road. This is good for us, no cops. We slow down to a walking pace. Just up ahead, we see inukshuks built up using river rocks. The water…
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Stain grabs his eyes. “I think I have hepatitis.” I give Stain an out of the corner of my eye sort of glance. “Hepatitis? In your eye?” “Yeah, the fellow that had been liberated from possessions was spitting while he spoke.” I laugh, out loud, and then I suddenly put on a serious deadpan face,…
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