Calibration
I came to Zánka for a vinegar tasting, which is not the sort of sentence I ever expected to say out loud.
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I came to Zánka for a vinegar tasting, which is not the sort of sentence I ever expected to say out loud.
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A month.
Six years.
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The scanner died at nine in the evening, and to be honest, I actually laughed when it did.
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The cable car jerked to a stop so hard I bit my tongue.
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The suitcase comes around the carousel for the third time and I just stand there watching it.
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Right off, I wasn't stalking anybody.
Nik texted me at six to say he was locking up soon, and I typed back one line: stay late, food's coming.
I kicked the tire.