The Baker's Typewriter
I kicked the tire.
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I kicked the tire.
The slam happens every first Friday of the month, down in the parking garage under the Arts Center.
I'm twenty-three years old and I've got a good life, thank you very much.
The thing nobody tells you about dental conferences is how much time you spend standing around a coffee urn pretending to care about…
The show ended around nine, and by ten the fairground lot was nothing but empty sawhorses and a few stragglers towing their trailers home.
I turned sixty-five in March and I still have not gotten used to the word retired.
I've been stretching on the pier at dawn for six years now, ever since the co-op put that wooden platform on the end and some yoga teacher…
I'm Nolan, thirty-four, and I sing tenor at St.
The piano slid again when I hit the brakes, and this time it hit the wheel well hard enough that the whole van rocked.
The truffle bazaar smells like dirt and machine oil this early.
I met Noor at the train station at Fort Augustus on a Friday in April, which sounds fancier than it was.
My name is Morgan Griffin, I'm twenty-four years old, and until last Tuesday I would have told you I was a pretty easygoing person.
The trip was supposed to be my reward.
I've been working commercial shoots for eleven years now, and mostly it's the same rhythm every time.
I want to start by explaining how I ended up sitting in a canvas tent full of quilters on a Saturday, because it makes no sense on paper.
Dawson Burrows has been a chef for seven years, and tonight he plates the last dish he will ever send out of this kitchen.
Petra here.
I was thirty-four years old and standing in the basement of a church in Yburg, holding a paper cup of bad coffee, wondering how I had let…
I still don't know exactly why I said yes to this.
Okay so let me set the scene, because honestly this whole thing started with a fridge.