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Last Contact

We broadcast our greeting into space and waited eagerly for a response. When it came, most didn’t dare believe, but the longer I listened to the beeping the more confident I was that it couldn’t be random. Analysis took several … Continue reading

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I’m sorry, Linda

She was everything I was looking for. Young, blonde, no piercings or tattoos. Beautiful but in an approachable way, like she didn’t fully comprehend how attractive she was. I thought she was perfect until I saw her apartment. Third story. … Continue reading

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