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As much as she enjoyed hanging out with her girlfriends, the constant gossip and drama was grating. Holly was by far the worst of them, and while she was fun to hang around and sweet in her own way, she wasn't above calling a friend a cow behind her back, either out of jest or spite. Three PM at the coffee shop last week, I saw someone I had not seen for nine years.

Monet was a woman I had hired years ago to work in the shop I ran at the time.

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She and I ran the shop nights and weekends, and she was always nice to be around. At the time, we were both in our twenties, and things were good. Category: Incest. Still, Violet found herself standing at the airport in a state of shock -- a one-month-old baby on her hip and the love her life en route to spend six months at the coldest place on Earth in a location where even was barely available, let alone the internet.

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I did know that my thoughts always became sexual in her presence, but the reality was all of this was in my mind. Tom was sitting in coach seat 23B, the middle seat. The seats on either side of his were empty, for now. The passengers were streaming onto the plane in that herky-jerky hurry-up-and-wait mambo that is repeated a million times a day on every flight to everywhere. As each passenger approached, Tom silently evaluated them and put them into one of two. In spite of everything, I was mostly hungry. Eight months of relentless effort led to the closure of years worth of passionate murder and lifeless sleep.

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