I could always use a little more time and it just so happened that the gentleman seated across the aisle from me wore a rather nice black and gold Movado. I wore a flat gray quartz, well worn and nothing to look at, but it held time to perfection. Only amateurs wore anything with more…
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The Cockerel
The Cockerel I feel bad about it. Really, I do. But it just couldn’t be helped. I loved her first, you see, and everything was great until he came along. I’d loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Long black hair so thick I could almost vanish inside of it. I loved…