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WHERE’S MY FREE GIFT?
They were old, or seemed soto a twenty-three-year-old bank managerwho spent time guiding them throughthe door, through the new account paperwork,through financial decisions theywere ill prepared to make, knowingthey were there not only becausemy branch office was close to home,but for the free gifts they would getfor opening a new account.They were old, or seemed…
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READY, FIRE, AIM
He should have knownthat the day was doomedfrom the moment he woketo see his alarm clock in pieceson the floor by his bed, the catgrinning at him from the placewhere the clock had always sat. Finally arriving at the office,he was no sooner at his deskwhen the fire alarm bell rang.Within moments of reenteringafter the…
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an old writer and his words 