Bug
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Bug

Chkx crawled along the wood, which had been warm, but was rapidly cooling as the sun set and the shade grew. Everything was growing cooler, including Chkx herself. While she preferred cool and dark, it was becoming uncomfortably, though not yet dangerously cold at night. She sensed warmth ahead, and moisture, and kept crawling, seeking their comfort.

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Susie
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Susie

“You need to come home,” Mariah snapped, “right now! This goddamn dog wont let me get to Susie.”

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October ‘98
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October ‘98

I had done a decent amount of travel when I was younger, moving to another state and taking a few family trips across the country. For international travel, I had even spent a day in Nogales, Mexico that made me anxious to get back to Phoenix, and an evening in Ontario, Canada, that made me not want to go home at all. But it wasn’t until I went to Wallachia, Romania in October ’98 that I really travelled outside the country for more than a few hours.

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Surveilled

Surveilled

On the sidewalk of the family housing area on the military base, two kids played catch in the cul-de-sac, their movements unnaturally synchronized, as though staged. A teenager threw a Frisbee to a robotic dog, which leapt into the air, twisting as it caught the toy’s plastic edge. Next door, a sprinkler sprayed the evenly cut grass, making rainbows in the air. Jack Wilburn admired the scene, the early afternoon so tranquil and balanced—almost eerily perfect.

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