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Tag: Mordecai
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Train Games (259|30)
“This is our hideout!” Maggie declared, with her hand on the sliding door. It had a single round window with a blue curtain drawn across it.…
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Ring-Ring (258|29)
Sanaam Sadiq was holding two lengths of intimidating black-and-orange extension cord in his large hands, which barely reached each other even so, and waiting for some…
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Elephant vs. Elephant Man (257|28)
Movie stars and famous people are usually excellent at public relations. Even if they are painfully shy and reclusive in their personal lives, they learn how…
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Papers, Please (256|27)
Erik was lying on the bed, under a blanket, hugging a pillow, with his head in Milo’s lap and Milo’s hand rubbing his back. Miss Mila…
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The Day Clerk’s Tale (255|26)
“And so we see,” Maggie said, demonstrating, “the rabbit goes through the hole and around both trees several times! We are, of course, looking for a…
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Night and Day (254|25)
The General was slightly put out that her daughter was pointing and laughing at a man with a gun, no matter how ridiculous. “Magnificent, I have…
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La Goualante du Pauvre John (253|24)
The fat girl with the pink spider hairstyle returned shortly before dawn, toting a largish painting in a gold frame. Andrej peered at it curiously, but…
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Picture Book (252|23)
Hyacinth tapped a brief knock on the connecting door and opened it with a smirk. “The burns are gone, he’s in better physical health than I…
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Black Box (250|21)
They were all outside of the closet. Erik was inside of the closet. And Mordecai had put his fragile body between the rest of them and…
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A Little Loopy (249|20)
The man in a fedora and neon yellow sunglasses scuttled furtively into the lobby, much like the insane woman in the puffy coat, only he wasn’t…
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The Taming of the Twit (248|19)
John hooked into a touristy-looking shop with racks of T-shirts and postcards inside, and a large front window. He didn’t care what it was, he saw…
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Peanut Butter Bubblegum (247|18)
“That was Maggie,” John said. David sighed. He didn’t like to contradict; all of that upsetting massacre business happened over two weeks ago, but it still…
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Coffee, Tea or Vodka? (246|17)
It was faint grey dawn outside the window. Rain was glittering on the foggy glass. The word “can’t” was still faintly legible, backwards, and surmounted by…
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The Chatterbox Massacre (245|16)
“Ukhodite! Ukhodite, nemedlenno!” David cried. “Why isn’t it working?” “It’s an anti-magic flare, you stupid slut!” John snapped. Another errant bullet pinged off the wall between…
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How Did We Get Here? (244|5)
John triggered the umbrella with his thumb and held it over David’s head, as per usual. “No matter what happens, we are not going to maim…
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The Rainbows, the Sitch and the Red Phone (242|13)
It was another freighter. There had been one or two passenger trains recently, a half-hearted attempt at subterfuge. It didn’t matter, because every last one of…
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Alight at the Window (241|12)
Fool, I want to remind you, Maggie wrote, by the dim glow of the desk lamp, all this is happening in ONE DAY. We usually get…
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Gumshoes! (240|11)
Dear Cryptic Son of a Bitch, wrote Maggie. She shook her head and erased it. Dear ASSHOLE. She sighed and erased that too. They were going…
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