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Eight States Away

He boarded the wrong plane. His mistake might have been discovered had the seat belonged to someone else, but the plane was nearly empty and he fell asleep before it took off. He slept through the beverage service, he slept … Continue reading

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Misplaced Emotions

I spent most of those days traveling by car. Stashed in my trunk was a cache of diamonds, neatly sorted and separated, bound in smooth black velvet inside a smooth black briefcase. Every little town had at least one jewelry … Continue reading

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