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Her hands sweat. “Time, gentlemen. Next table, please.” He sits. “You are gorgeous!” “And… you are too young for me!” “Name?” “Suzanne. Yours?” “J.J.. My mother’s name was Suzanne.” “Oh, really?” She’s distracted. “What are you writing?” “You’re the one. You tick all … Continue reading →

The bottles looked almost identical, except for the labels. One read, ‘Canadian Club – Finest Rye Whiskey’. The other, ‘Dead Sure Vermin Killer’. Both had the same amount of amber liquid in them. Their plan could work. Beatrice squeaked: “Quick, chew the labels off!” … Continue reading →