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What is this about? Good Fences A tentative voice floated up to him. A woman’s voice, old, tough and raspy, from too many years of tobacco. “Who’s out here?” Kelly held his breath. In the silence, he heard the neighbor tromping around her back yard, and then there was the click of a flashlight that …

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What is this about? Payback In hindsight it was a good lesson to learn earlier rather than later, that people who you think are your friends really are not. It was one taught quickly, too, with the slap of a hand. His teacher was Tony Sims, a ninth grader, who Bobby looked up to, being …

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What is this about? The Accidental Fugitive (Inspired by actual events) It would be an exaggeration to say he blew through the stop sign where Laverne t-bones into Duchess Street. Coasted would be a more appropiate description, but by the time he saw the patrol car on the other side of the intersection he was …

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What is this about? Good Roger fancied himself something of a superhero. Not someone bulletproof who could leap tall buildings at a single bound, or who with pinpoint accuracy and an effete bend of a wrist could somehow excrete a seemingly endless supply of a strong, flexible super adhesive material with incredible velocity and force. …

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 What is this about? The Liquor Bank Job You could tell they were twins, but life had clearly beaten one of them up more than the other, giving the impression that they’d been born ten years apart instead of maybe ten minutes. Sitting in the right turn lane on Crenshaw at Stocker I saw them …

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What is this about? Strange Heat “What happened.” “Jude’s dead. They all are.” “Dammit!” “But it was weird at first. To see them just standing there, twenty at least. They’d come around the bend and seen Jude out in front of the cave. They were watching him. Hungering for him, but didn’t attack. Just stood …

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What is this about? A Chili In The Air Here’s the thing. Forty hours ago give or take I’m cruising home from Canoga having wrapped my latest — a real high-concept piece of shit with a three-day shoot in an ungodly hot industrial building. If you don’t know what goes on in industrial buildings out …