The grey fog hung heavy between the boats and brownstones in Boston, caressing the dark mood that was with me when I woke up at 5 a.m. I couldn't outpace it, even running hard through the damp Commons ( Read more... )

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"He’s going to know I’m not just a BIMBO."

Mercedes Clover was whining again and Brad breathed deeply, centering himself while they waited for the defendent and his counsel in the conference room. It was becoming clear why Ms. Clover's movies lacked dialogue. "He, like, has to respect me. Give me MY money and, yeah, say I'm smart. In front of ( Read more... )

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