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A New Olympic Sport

This may or may not be inspired by an actual conversation. I’m not admitting to anything, except that my husband is a drainage engineer. The man dribbled the basketball dejectedly as his wife pulled her car up next to the … Continue reading

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Pretty Girls in Dirty Jeans

To all my loyal readers (a.k.a. Beth and Dad), I will be taking a break from blogging for a couple weeks. Lots of summer fun coming up. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon. I wrote this story about something that … Continue reading

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Ethan-Epilogue

Previous Chapters The man in the black suit sat in the airport coffee shop staring at his laptop computer and manically tapping his foot. His agents had called in for pick-up a day early, which made him more nervous than … Continue reading

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Ethan-Day 4: It Wouldn’t Be a Mission

This is the second to last chapter, just so you know to expect one more, next week. Previous Chapters Ethan hurried back to the dining room, wanting to get away before Smith pulled himself together. He was met quickly by … Continue reading

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Ethan-Day 4: Press OK to Proceed

Previous Chapters “You’re pretty good at this,” James said, as if she was pleasantly surprised by the insight. “I didn’t know if you’d pick up on the shocked and confused husband act, but you played it perfectly.” Ethan decided the … Continue reading

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Ethan-Day 4: Call Me Buddha

Previous Chapters Ethan didn’t often doubt himself. His instincts were almost never wrong. But with the breakfast speaker concluding his talk and no sign of Black, he was worried he may have played this one the wrong way. Maybe James … Continue reading

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Ethan-Day 4: Alarms and legs

Previous Chapters Ethan didn’t remember falling asleep, but there was no doubt about when he woke up. The screaming alarm and flashing strobe light jolted his eyes open sometime in the painfully early hours of the morning. He was lying … Continue reading

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