“#Pass the toast, please. Whole #wheat.” “A day of #jaw-dropping boredom working those infernal machines stretches to #infinity before us. Don’t be a #hero. Have a pastry.” “So many adjectives and #nouns at the crack of #dawn. I need coffee.”
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“Why the bad #mood?”
“It’s those infernal machines again. They’re stuck on the #delete #cycle and zapping everyone who enters the #parlor. I’m just #grateful no one I like has stopped by.”
“Did the fellow with the newspaper subscription #renewal–?”
“Zapped.”
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“What is this awful sound? I thought you said a string #quartet was playing tonight.”
“I never said string. Triangle, tuba, kazoo, accordion. 1-2-3-4. Quartet.”
“What did I do to deserve this #torment?”
“I’m dating the kazoo player. Isn’t he dreamy?”
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“You know, #sinistrality is my #kink,” she whispered in his ear. “There’s a place in the woods we could #wander to.” “I’ll try anything once,” he replied, downing his scotch. She smiled. It was so #easy to find willing sacrifices. No one had had a decent vocabulary in decades.
Clearing out his grandmother’s house was exhausting work. Simon sat down with her old wooden jewelry box. In it was a brooch he’d never seen her wear, a golden snake #coiled around eggs of #precious stones. He peered closely as one began to crack. #whistpr #vssdaily
#Loving the deep shadows, something #sinister creeps to the door in the #moonlight, but it doesn’t stop there. It wriggles its way through a crack, a small weakening of the #tension in the frame, and exhales loudly as it oozes in.
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“…helpless against her powerful #allure, he #coiled around her like a–” “Father, you’ve got her loins both #quivering and #ablaze here, and ‘#burrows into her bosom’ is too–Alien.” “Sister Helen, if it weren’t for your #noble editing, the church roof fund would be doomed.”
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“Instead of being jealous, you’re celebrating my promotion with #cake and #wine.” “You’ll #dive in and steer the firm out of the current #storm. A toast to you on the #cusp of greatness!” She leaned to give a #glimpse of cleavage to distract from the crystals in his glass.
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“#Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” he said. She’d kicked him out of the car after another fight about his drinking and #gambling. He took another swig anyway and certainly felt more fond. Of her, of this place, of everything really. He felt warm nestled in the #snow.
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