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» The donut shop was closed on Thanksgiving, but I knocked anyway. Musky and his boys had said they’d be doing the dinner for turkey day, but had invited me to help prepare. And apparently this was the only kitchen they could swing that was big enough

» I Was Getting Tired Of The Lonely Nights. My Roo Had Been Traveling Out Of Town Again, And My Otter Had Taken Up The Experiment Of Working Graveyard Shifts And Was Apparently Making Bank Cleaning Up Late-Night Plumbing Emergencies.they Both Insisted

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» I Still Tend To Wake Up Early, My Heart Racing. It Takes A Few Moments To Get Myself Back Together. In Most Respects, College Had Treated Me Well—Decent Grades, Good Food, Close Friends (A Couple With Benefits)—But There Was One Dark Spot. It Was

» A Rainy Day At Home, Tinkering. I Called It Home, Anyway, The Little Falling-Apart Shack On The Edge Of The Foothills. I Don’t Remember…Paying For It, Or Even Moving In, Specifically. It Was Just Shelter, And Nobody Else Complained, So I Guess

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» The University Music Building Looked Empty From The Outside. I Snuck In Through One Of The Side Doors, Hoping None Of The Musicians Had Started Assembling Yet. I Caught Myself Sucking A Tusk—Silly Nervous Habits—And Tried To Focus On More Effective

» “So What’ve You Got To Show Me?” Ɪ Said, Trotting After The Wolf Into The Forest On The Edge Of Town. “Will Ɪ Get To Be Changed Back Today?” “No,” Steffenhagen Said, Pointedly Ignoring My First Question With A Tug On My Leash. “Now

» That Saturday I Went To The Park Was A Nerve-Wracking Experience For Me. Not That I Had Any Trouble With The Park, Or Anything Like Agoraphobia In General, But I Knew That Rockwell Had Done Something, Which Always Meant An Unpredictable Day. My First

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