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NYE Part 1

“Whatcha up to tonight?” Nic was casually rummaging around in our refrigerator so he didn’t get the full effect of the stink eye I had perfected back in high school. To Jessie’s credit, she didn’t burst into tears. I was

Blip in the Radar?

“Morning,” I grunted as I shuffled down the stairs. Mom was puttering around the kitchen, and it looked like a pot of coffee was on. Ah. I loved my mom. It was the day after Christmas, and my dad, brother

Big Girl Steps

Freezing cold, I pushed through the door to the bar, grateful to get out of the fridid air. It was almost January, and we didn’t have snow on the ground, but that didn’t mean diddlysquat to the air temp some

Go Time

“Coming, Minda!” I called over my desk. Minda wanted me in her office, probably to give me some instructions on some dumbass request that anyone would be able to figure out on their own, like how to order lunch for

Action Plan

“Goddamn sabotaging bitch!” I shrilled, slamming my purse down. The cups on the table rattled and I caught more than one table nearby giving me the side eye. Katy eyed me warily. “Good to see you too!” She arched her

Surprising Revelation

I strolled down to the arena where Nic did a lot of his work, called the Target Center. I got there a good 20 minutes before we were supposed to meet. Damn. For some reason, 20 minutes always seems like

Overwhelmed and Pushing Ahead

I stared at the papers in front of me, gnawing on the end of my pen. Gross. I really needed to stop that bad habit of mine. “This is never going to make sense,” I mumbled to myself as I

Surprising Opportunity

I slunk into the office, praying against all hope that Minda wouldn’t see me.  Ever since the day I accidently overheard her conversation, things have been weird.  Really weird.  Minda had turned from the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde act

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