Story 85: Yet another misunderstanding. Soul mates, but forever separated by their own minds.
Story 86:
It was Monday. Jen's alarm clock beeped obnoxiously, waking her up. She checked the time: 6:30. Time to get up. Time to return to that dreaded cycle everyone calls life. But, she decided, not today. Jen turned off the alarm and lay back down. The cycle wasn't life. This was.
Story 87:
Smoke. Dust. Sand and cacti in every direction, as far as the eye could see. Someone stuffed his pistol back in his belt. Someone else lay helplessly on the ground, twenty paces away, unmoving.
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