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Collection of shorts featuring Angel & Irish
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“I’m to work in an hour, Angel.”
It was 6 a.m. and Caitlin O’Brien was up to her elbows in soap suds. Her girlfriend was..
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“I think her Grandmother’s just taken a mild stroke,” Ethan Channing said conversationally as he sipped champagne with Caitlin O&r..
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Mother knows best.
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3, 6, 9, damn you’re fine. . .
The beat was a dull thud in the back of Caitlin’s mind. They were dancing, or at least had been. Now she..
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Her glossy, pink lips closed over the tip of the colorful stray that was stuck in her mai tai. Her cheeks hollowed as she took a sip, her shockingly..
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Across town there is a boy who sits in a room just like your own (at least I hope it’s like your own).A laptop is open on his unmade bed, fla..
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She could smell the scent of stale smoke before he even walked through the door, even though she had kept the windows closed and locked while the fi..
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