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It was time to hit the road again and Tyler knew it. He always got almost a physical itch in the back of his mind when he’d been somewhere long enough. Sometimes, it only took hours. Other times, it could be months. Once, it was even a few years.
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Today, April 23, 1933, is Taras Stefaniuk’s thirteenth birthday, though the occasion will be little noted and it’s unlikely he’ll have really anything to eat at all, let alone anything special. Ever since the Russians started collecting all the produce of his family’s farm near Fastiv
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Kids, meet Moira. Moira is a person used to getting her way. She believes that, if people could just see her point of view—the undoubtedly correct one, in her opinion—they would realize she is correct and things would go her way. That she isn’t especially articulate bothers
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Coming slowly and groggily awake, Nate Sharpe realized he had a splitting headache and that he needed to piss, like, now. Rolling out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom, he fumbled around with the fly of his boxers until he was able to let flow and begin to relax.
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The last time I saw my mother was fifteen years ago. I've never been able to forgive her killing my brother. Oh, she didn't "pull the trigger." But she may as well have. You see, my sweet baby brother committed suicide shortly after he
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This thing is like no bacteria I've ever seen. Cameron Fox, a twenty-year epidemiologist with the CDC had just arrived at the mobile lab that abutted the quarantine zone. Another doctor had pointed Fox to a microscope with a gram-stained slide under the lens. Despite decades