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The Weird Werewolf

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The Werewolf had put pomade in his hair and some cologne he couldn't pronounce all over himself (including his crotch), before morphing into his Werewolf form. So now he was a Werewolf with a soccer player's head of hair, smelling like a fucking frat boy.  He'd stopped keeping track of the full moons because with how long he'd lived—having them as a surprise made him feel anything at all.  So he wandered into the forest behind his house, tripping over roots and rocks. I'm bushwhacking it, he thought. Great.  Sandra knew about his final form. She fucking knew him. In all his centuries on earth he'd told no one but her about who he really was. And he wasn't sure why he'd done it.  He had been fucking sober when he told her! In his car. She was coked up. But he had just been sipping a Diet Dr. Pepper while parked in his Corolla overlooking some river just north of NYC.  She had finished a small walk with him, and he truly hadn't found her entirely inter...
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A Star Wars Cantina Vibe

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"I'm so broke," Cara said.  "I know," I interrupted. But she kinda talked over me with, "So I'll totally get you back when I'm like... employed." "I know," I said, forcing a consoling smile and hoping my face looked convincing. I knew she wouldn't pay me back but I'd accepted that before we'd walked into this Star Wars Cantina-looking place.  Why was I was here again? I wasn't feeling particularly homosexual today, so how had I ended up at a gay bar.  Then again this was where I'd found a one-night stand before, I thought.  Why hadn't Cara and I hooked up? I thought, looking at her brunette hair bobbing around as she handed the bartender my credit card. She's nuts, I remembered. She deeply bruised a man's kneecap with a baseball bat from unconfirmed "cheating" rumors. They weren't even dating so when she'd cried on my shoulder, calling him a cheater, I just went with it.  "Yeah, y...
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A Laundry Room Conversation

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"I am disappointed in you," he admitted, arms crossed. He was hard to look at. His wife had encouraged him to get film treatment, where they encased your naked body completely in a film that was meant to de-age you. But the treatment was experimental, and did not work on his entire body. So while the skin beneath his eyes, for example, looked tight, bronze and youthful; one of his eyelids had escaped the film. The wrinkly lid partially blocked his vision and hung over his red eye, which was red from the lid's contact irritation. "I'm actually glad you said it out loud," said Alex. "I've been feeling your disappointment for a while, so weirdly it's nice to hear you say it.  His father said something so softly Alex couldn't hear it, and he hung his head low. Alex was pleased to see his sadness. Not because he wanted his dad to feel shitty, but because perhaps it was a signal of growth.  "So what now?" asked Alex.  "I don't k...
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I watched the stars

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I think I'm just done living, I said. Not in a bad way though.  Well what's a good way? asked Nathan. He kinda chuckled lightly in a way that was soothing. I felt warmth emanating from his person.  Well how are you so chipper all the time? I asked. You don't seem down or gloomy.  We walked down the red carpeted hallway to an intersection at the... Hadn't we been in a hotel? I was in a planetarium. And Nathan was sitting next to me looking up as if nothing had happened.  What the fuck? I said, frozen.  Stay with it, he commanded. Don't acknowledge it. Talk to me. Keep talking. You were talking about being done living.  Right right, I said, brushing sweaty palms on my pants. I-I'm actually good.  Oh yeah? Why the sudden change of heart? Nathan's tone sounded accusing. That put me back in the present and I stared up at the ceiling as the Planetarium guide zoomed in on a star cluster.  So those are not stars, the guide was saying. Those are actually e...
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The $12

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He never did know what to do with his hands or legs or hips at the club before the drugs hit. Well to be fair he didn't know what to do with them most of the time. He was cursed with a level of self-awareness others didn't seem to share. Or were they all wearing masks of comfort and chillness? He grabbed drinks for his friends and realized it came out to $85 after the tip. He felt his chest tighten and breathily said "no big deal" when Jen asked if she could Venmo him for her drink.  She probably wouldn't Venmo me even if I'd said yes, he convinced himself. She did still owe him $12 for a Lake Trip when he'd spotted her some dough for some event he couldn't remember now. But he did not forget the $12. Jesus I'm intense about money, he thought.  He swayed a bit and noticed a cute black girl leaning on the counter, talking to her friends. She had purple lipstick and a yellow-purple dress where the two colors waved into one another in swirls. Her laug...
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A deglazed experience

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He had forgotten the butter so he decided to baste the chicken thighs in olive oil. It wouldn't taste as good, he knew. But it would have to do. His girlfriend was waiting in the other room. Well, she was absorbed in her video game. But that was okay, he told himself. It's not like he needed her hovering over everything he did. Though it would feel kinda nice. He chuckled slightly out loud. His girlfriend heard it.  "What's funny, James?" she asked.  She had this cute smile, and James lightened up at having her attention.  "Oh just thinking about you," he said.  "Oh yeah?" she said and twirled some hair in her finger. "Wait, but then why did you laugh?" "I was thinking about how you told Jenny to go fuck herself for only reaching out about religious bullshit." Ashley laughed and the last laugh lasted a while, so James knew it was real. Even better.  "Yeah, that shit was so annoying. Come see my Hades 2 build," said...
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I'm just grateful to have a job

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I sat down and pulled my laptop from my bag and set it on the dock. I put my iced coffee on my desk, grateful that I didn't have a coaster. This office didn't deserve my respect. I typed in my password, hit enter, and watched as the circle of dots spun at varying speeds.  "Could I see you in my office?" asked Diane, my manager, standing uncomfortably close to me at the cubicle entrance.  "Of course," I said with the best smile I could produce.  I sat down opposite her after sliding the glass door of her office suite closed behind me. She definitely wasn't afraid of eye contact, and she also wasn't afraid of looking pissed off. I met her gaze as best I could, already figuring what this was about. I felt my whole body heat up with microwave speed.  "You weren't working by 8 am," she said. She folded her hands together in front of her on the desk. I held onto the wooden chair rails like they were keeping me from falling. "I was at my ...
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