Chapter Twenty- That of Poison and Roses
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Fiction
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Chapter Nineteen- That of Poison and Roses
Dinner.
Dinner.
Dinner.
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Chapter Eighteen- That of Poison and Roses
This.
This.
This.
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Chapter Seventeen- That of Poison and Roses
Messy.
Messy.
Messy.
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Day In The Life of a Getaway Driver
BONG. BONG. BONG. Three o'clock and all's well, I thought, peering out the front windshield of taxi 38, the black-and-yellow 2018 Toyota I've been carting New Yorkers around in every day for five years. Everybody knows me.
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Chapter One - (title unknown)*
IZIMA
Be careful, Izima.
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I Thought I Had Escaped
Looking in the mirror, I am awakening. Have I always needed so much makeup to conceal my eye bags? I am in a haze, and I am off to work, and it is too early in the morning.
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Chapter Sixteen- That of Poison and Roses
Careful.
Careful.
Careful.
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Chapter Fifteen- That of Poison and Roses
Red.
Red.
Red.
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Chapter Fourteen- That of Poison and Roses
Patience.
Patience.
Patience.
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Chapter Thirteen- That of Poison and Roses
Laughing.
Laughing.
Laughing.
Casimir Aldridge is laughing in my face.
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Chapter Twelve- That of Poison and Roses
Twelve
Poison.
Poison.
Poison.