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"And that's George."
John's height and build, George was almost laughably out of place as he distanced himself from the determined ones. He was almost clean, his clothes in order an tailored to him. They weren't sifted from the thrift store bin. HIs eyes met John's briefly, emitted the look of a man trapped, then found the floor again.
"I'd shake, but..."
"Yeah." Brad twitched at his victim's humor. " You got anything in this school worth our time?"
"No."
"Right. Go check it out, George."
George… Continue

Essays to grade, a wicked case of writer's block, and an old friend in need of a spare pair of hands woke a
restless John Eldridge a little after daybreak on a cold mid-January day. He lay in bed listening to the gentle breathing of his wife and watching the bluish-blacks of night give way to the pinkish-oranges of day. Envious of her ability to sleep so comfortably when his mind was racing, he reveled in the warmth of her body curled u so close to him for a few moments longer before throwing ba… Continue