Natalie longed for a permanent position so she could stop subbing classes the tenured ditched. When she asked the lithe Suzanne to give her oral report per the regular’s instructions, the class groaned like a sick wolfhound…Suzanne never glanced from her cards to notice even when a crimson snake’s head poked from between her lips, further impairing her enunciation…read full piece
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Just after the United Nations coalesced, she slivered out… Explosion
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I keep thinking about what was Taken
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(photo of Wolf House)