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This story started here. Neil turned to me. “Marshall,” he said, “may we talk for a moment? In private?” I nodded, and he followed me down the short hall to the pantry. I noticed that his glance went right to the coffee pot, so I asked, “Would you like a cup?” He smiled. “Desperately, thank [...]

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§89 · March 30, 2008 · stories · (No comments) ·