Third day without Sun. My brain had done a great job of keeping the productivity cycle up, these last three days. But today, it insisted on closing shop. My brain functions much like a house plant. Without water and sunlight, it dies. Or in my case, fakes an elaborate fictional
"Pass the mustard". I didn't want to. What's the adjective that best describes the taste of mustard? "Hey, Jack, you okay?" I looked up from my plate to my classmate. Yeah, I told him, I'm fine. How could I tell
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He watches her. She is making coffee for their daughter. The daughter, their third, is visiting. This daughter of theirs, unlike their other two, rarely comes home. And when she does, she never stays longer than a week. But this time she has chosen to stay for a month. His