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Drop It Like It’s Not
Nothing quite like the sound of wheels on asphalt, and money being made. It’s a winning combination, and sounds better with the windows down! It’s been said there’s a season for everything, and this one has been full tilt. Sometimes it’s impossible to get to everything and everywhere. With that in mind, here’s one that…
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Tales of the Courier – The Runaway Gambit
Tales of the Courier – The Runaway Gambit He’s falling, fast. He knows there is snow, and wind, freezing to the bone wind. And it slices through him as he falls. Then he strikes something in the chaos of the fall, and he somersaults through the air and tumble/lands into a deep snow bank. The…
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Hide and Seek Down the Rabbit Hole
Ever do a full days work and then do it over again? Second time through has all that chagrin about doing it twice. Bedtime, and that feeling of accomplishment, is more about breaking even. Drag ass to the sheets and fall into oblivion, time for hide and seek, down the rabbit hole. Maybe spend the…
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Tales of the Courier – Back Trail Sweep
Tales of the Courier – Back Trail Sweep Many leagues further on is the plan. For now, he needs to drive. Just move and flow free. The road has been kind, and allowed this ride to follow along. 1courier drives, and considers a back trail sweep. Later. For now, drive. There is much to ponder…
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The Frog and the Princess – Things That Go Splat
The Frog and the Princess – Things That Go Splat Alone in the evening and quite spent from a long day of caring for her subjects, our lovely Princess rests quietly in the castle. Her heart is golden, and she works tirelessly to care for the many interests of the kingdom. She is beautiful, both…
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Tales of the Courier – The Wipe Out Effect
Tales of the Courier – The Wipe Out Effect Finding the place was the easy part. Getting to it was another thing. Agreeing to do this job, was the first twinges of a headache in the making. 1courier stood at the gates, peering down the dark and narrow road, that led away into the wooded…
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Tales of the Courier – A Bird in the Hand
The way back was always the rub. Each time, every time. If anyone wondered about this sort of thing, it surely never mattered. He was sour grapes today, didn’t matter, all that mattered now was getting past the next section of highway in one piece. Thirty seconds and all hell would be loosed. Again, today.…
