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Dead man’s hands
“Scratch me”, they whisper as you stand on the bus and the urge grows stronger but the crowd grows bigger and the logistics more impossible, leaving you with this unbearable yearning.
A Sad State of Affairs
The single-point agenda meeting had quickly reached an impasse following the company coming under fire.
Ruffling Feathers
Don doesn’t know how it started really. Probably in increments.