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6.06 The Prosecutor
18 hours ago
by aonghascrowe
I had no idea what to expect as I was being led down the hall to the prosecutor’s office to the room where the prosecutor was waiting. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would give out on me for sure. Ozawa entered the room first and made a formal greeting. He then gestured for me to come in. ...
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5.04 Shortcut
13 days ago
by aonghascrowe
No one in my family has ever been accused of doing a half-arsed job at anything. With us, it’s gotta be all or nothing. My uncle Pierre, the sweetest man you might ever meet, is a case in point. He was a commander in the civil war in Lebanon during which he had been responsible for such pleasant war ...
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P. Reina
16 days ago
by aonghascrowe
-1- “If you’re just having sex with me, I want you to stop it,” she says, shoving me once her hands are free. Her brown hair is matted against her face and neck. When I try to brush it away, she slaps at my hand. Her wrists are red, with deep braided indentations in them, and on her tummy are drops ...
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R. Yumi
23 days ago
by aonghascrowe
“What do you think of me?” she asks. It’s a light question, but it’s been hanging over us the whole evening, heavy and oppressive like the June humidity, and as inevitable as the rain. And, here I stand without an umbrella to keep me from getting soaked. * It is amusing, in a sadistic way I suppose, ...
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4.28 Collateral Damage
24 days ago
by aonghascrowe
Azami was waiting for me at my apartment when I returned, like a soldier in a pillbox waiting to machine-gun me with questions as soon as I walked through the door. But, after answering questions all day in that windowless, smelly interrogation room, all I wanted was a little peace and fresh air. I ...
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