Jake Fenton
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Aug-19-2005 17:38
<Jake Fenton slammed the door lazily behind him and poured himself a bourbon. No ice. Rather too casually, he slung his jacket and shoulder holster down on the cot in the corner of the room, and slumped tiredly into his chair.
Almost by instinct, he reached to the breast pocket of his shirt and brought a cigar up to his mouth. He chewed off the ends and spat them onto the floor, where the detritus of the last few busy days had been building. What the heck, it was somewhere to lay his head.
His expert fingers flipped the zippo alight, and casually tossed it in the air to light the cigar, before catching and closing it in one movement. He took a sip of the burning liquor, and turned to gaze out of the window at the rain-sodden streets, below. The streets teemed with people, covering their heads with newspaper as they scurry their way home to their wives or off to their mistresses. He found himself idly wondering who they all are, what they all do... What makes them tick...
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Pearl Diver
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Feb-3-2007 06:19
It was getting cold so Pearl headed home. As she was going by the music store a manbumped into her. "Young man! Please watch where you are going!" The young man exused himself and kept going. "How rude!" thought Pearl. She was feeling even colder now, probably because of her age. She remembered the scarf she found so she wrappted it around her neck and headed home.
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