Tag: Telling the Truth
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Madam Sonya
How did this woman know what I’d been working on all day? That kind of stuff makes me wary. I know curiosity killed the cat, but I’m not dead….yet!
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Roger That
Roger assumed I knew where he was and what he was doing. In truth, I didn’t even know Roger’s name.
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The Start of Something Good
The hostess asked if we preferred indoor or outdoor seating. I left the decision to David, who thought we should stay inside. She escorted us to a booth where we sat opposite each other. The small talk began. “How long did it take you to get here?” “What do you think of this place?” “Are you…
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Gone
I managed about two bites of his Key Lime pie before Frank sucked down the rest like a Hoover on high.
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To Tell The Truth
Saul stared at me following his admission, anticipation written all over his face. He’d been in this position before. He probably liked to get these things out of the way at the get-go, like my date who advised me that he’d had prostate surgery on our first date. (See; “Three Cats & A Dog.”) It’s not…
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What Did I Do To Deserve This?
After ruminating over the mysterious email, I decided to confront Reed about this phantom correspondent. Whoever the writer was, she got herself into this predicament, so she would have to get herself out. I planned to send her message to Reed and follow up with a few questions. I called him at 3 p.m. my…