Today was the four hundred and seventh day I found myself in the Café Sella. I don't know where they get their names. Sella turcica was a depression in the skull for the pituitary gland. But I hardly think that's the derivation for the name. I don't know. I'm to drowsy from the sleeping pills. … Continue reading The Café
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Rick and Sasha
(AUTHOR'S NOTE : CLICK HERE FOR THE NEXT STORY IN THIS ARC.) I saw her standing outside the pub. Waiting, for me. "Hey!" I waved. "I got your text!" She smiled, and without warning, punched me in the gut. "Hey! What was that for?" "For blowing me off for a month! Not picking up the … Continue reading Rick and Sasha
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