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Who? Terry? An Empath?

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When Terry loudly exaggerated that phony Borinquen accent she never was obtusely obnoxious. When she was collared, she took it like a gentleman. With all due respect, he was a she until the cuffs went on. Transexuals or Transvestites couldn’t be arrested as their self identified gender. That was the policy in the 1980’s.

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Muscle Man

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"Let me ask you a question?"

 

He never waited for a reply, just asked, and then without a pause answered his own query. It was the verbal equivalent of a toddler tugging at your sleeve.

 

He paused to examine the hood of the muscle car he was buffing, checking whether the sheen was even. The deep rumbling throttle sounded a little like his raspy chortle, carnal and immediate.

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A Voice From Beyond

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“Why are you asking me to do this?” I asked Jackson.

“Because I saw how you cried at Ingrid’s funeral, Bennie.”

It’s true. I was devastated by Ingrid’s death. She was so young, only 38, and had so much promise. She was also Hollywood star beautiful. We were never lovers but the best of friends.

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The Storm

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The middle aged woman had tears in her eyes as she looked at the downed white ash tree. The 80 year old tree had dominated her family's Adirondack cabin at Sacandaga Lake for years and now it would be gone, the victim of a harsh upstate NY storm. In truth, the old tree had been diseased for years and her husband Bob had pestered Ann to have the tree cut down. But she couldn't do that.

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Doors

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Nikita opened her eyes. She was sitting on a chair in a small white room. She didn’t remember how she came to be there or anything at all about her life before that moment. The only thing she knew was her name. Nikita. She spoke the word softly to herself, to confirm the reality of it, and, satisfied that it was in fact her name, stood up. Looking around she noticed the only feature of the otherwise featureless room. A door.

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Photograph

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My new Iphone 7 is gorgeous. Not that my last one wasn’t, but the sleek newness of this one outclasses the old generation by a substantial margin. I couldn’t stop smiling at my mom. She said a new phone wasn’t in the budget for this month. Next thing I know, I’m unboxing the latest Iphone.

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The Cat Next Door

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My husband, Mike, hated the cat next door, but that wasn’t surprising. My husband hated lots of things….and places….and people. We had sounded so good together, Michael and Grace. I’m sure he hated me, too, and regretted our marriage. His only pleasure seemed to be hitting me when we discussed anything. That was arguing with him. It was embarrassing for me, but no one knew. I think no one knew.

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Last Love

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I do not see myself as a decent person. I realize that the notion of right and wrong is something relative. It all depends on the concrete situation, since something you consider good can be unpleasant or offensive for someone else under different circumstances. There is no universal good. I, in particular, think that it’s of primary importance that things should be good for me, even if it might seem a bit egocentric. Yet this principle has never failed me. Actually, one can be selfish only to a certain point.

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