It was all over with Honey and Matt Cadd. He'd called it quits. He poured himself whiskey from the fifth in his desk drawer. Maybe she'll come back to work for me now, he thought. He smiled, picturing her porn star looks.
"Bottoms up," he said, and drank it down.
Two-fifty: 11oo10
A twenty-hit nail-biter
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*SF 12 MIL 9*
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And let's hear it for the other Matt, who knows how to compose an atmospheric and coherent tale in
110010 wry words. Or less. NOC
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