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The Ferry Queue

Saturday. I’m in line to take the ferry back to Seattle. The line is long, snaking around the building leading onto the loading dock. Our loading dock. I can’t remember if she started the chat or if I did. Next thing we knew, we had spoken for 45 minutes straight

AC Angels

It sounds like a football club in the UK, this. It’s a story about what my not-quite-asleep mind came up with several nights ago.
Sleep is not my friend. It hasn’t been for almost 15 years. It’s mainly stress. Blah blah blah.

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