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Untitled Racing Piece, RoughIt was ten past noon and Michael was started to get the jitters. The race was supposed to start ten minutes ago, but some last minute haggling over the payout was pushing things back. Heat was rolling of the asphalt in waves, and a half dozen idling engines wasn’t helping any. Michael avoided helmets whenever he could, he knew they made it safer but he felt like it cut his peripheral vision down. They were running an Eclipse today, the engine had been beefed up to three hundred horse’s but there were two skylines in the field, as well as a supra. The deals stopped and Frank signaled withUntitled Racing Piece, Rough
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The Puff PieceThe HunterThe Puff Piece
He could feel the breath upon the back of his neck. And the eyes staring him down, he knew he was some where near by. He could smell the scent of American flesh. It was hard to explain to outsiders what the scent was they where to used to it to recognize its stench. His gun was leveled at his eye line as he spun in a slow methodical circle looking for even the slightest hint of a man in the foliage. A slight rustling of the leaves gave of the position, before the prey could move the shot was off. It ripped through the flesh of the beast leaving nothing in its wake. The boar fell to the ground sending leaves and vermin
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Wednesday NightThe sun was low in the sky and the wind was cool but the asphalt was still warm from the spring sun. The directions he had been given were terrible, leading him well into downtown Sacramento. Turning around at the first exit he could find he breathlessly carried the near empty streets. He was running late, it was almost 6:30 and he was supposed to be there at 6:15. The game was starting, but he could careless; he wasn’t going for the game he was going to see her. He knew of her that was how he described their relationship. He had met her over the internet about a weWednesday Night
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Circus PeopleIt had been almost an hour since the last act finished up and people were still milling about. Stragglers had always bothered Frank, Millie his daughter loved them but Frank saw them for what they were People who weren’t going to spend any more money. Frank stepped from the giant circus tent and started towards the ticket booth a near frigid breeze rolled across the field. As the cold seeped into Frank’s small body he tried hard to remember why he kept the ticket booth so far from big top. The big top, Frank chuckled to himself he hadn’t called this place the big top in years at leastCircus People
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