Taking Sara

Sara’s feet shuffled down the street, belying her mood. It had been a rough day, with her boss breathing down her neck again at the local newspaper. Deadlines, they even ran through her dreams, and his voice, right in her ear, his breath smelling of Doritos, always. She hated Doritos, thanks to him. Her head hung low, her eyes scanning the tiny cracks in the pavement as she worked her

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