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The Rare Occasion That Passive Aggression is Called For

It's like I'm not in a cafe any more, but rather receiving a diplomatic corps from a nation I'm at war with. The woman has a "stern and serious fucking business" look on her face, and another waitress is standing alongside her right flank with arms crossed.

I shake my head and try to wave them off, doing the universal "I'm on the phone" gesture, holding up a thumb and pinky finger.

She starts speaking anyways. She's loud and insistent.

"Hold on, Marcus."

I take my headset off. "Yes?"


On Writing In The Dark

I am remembering now how bad my nightmares were last night. I am remembering waking up in the middle of the night and trying desperately to stay awake.

I am remembering the girl in my nightmares who would stop at nothing to get inside my home.

I was horribly frightened by her. She was the reason I wanted to wake up so bad.

But I couldn't wake up., and even worse, I couldn't shake this nightmare.

I tried to lock my doors. I tried to close my windows and close the blinds because I was too terrified to see her face peering through. Yet, I never missed it. Every thing I expected her to do , she did.

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