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Sleep, my love

Posted on May 8, 2022 by James Steerforth

That’s what I’m telling her to get her to relax, holding her hands in mine, but things are really far from OK, with that psychopath Hendrik bound to knock on the door any minute. What to do? Do I know … Continue reading →

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You can be damn sure

Posted on March 18, 2019 by James Steerforth

it’s going to be a slow movie if the hero takes about ten minutes to enter the place, drag his feet across the floor turtle-like and sit down on the sofa sloth-like, eventually putting his mustachioed head in his hands. … Continue reading →

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A confession. Sort of.

Posted on May 12, 2017 by James Steerforth

I know it’s not really an excuse, as if I gave a damn anyhow, but one night when my dad had grounded me and both my parents the jerks were out I got fucking drunk while listening to music and … Continue reading →

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The target

Posted on December 1, 2016 by James Steerforth

“Target is crossing street. Following.” “Love that swaying little ass of hers.” “Shut up, Jeremy.” “Wonder what she’s done that we’re going after her.” “Target keeps looking back, seems nervous.” “Reminds me of Diana. Lady Di.” “Don’t need your puerile … Continue reading →

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Family benefits

Posted on November 27, 2012 by James Steerforth

“I’ll pay you as soon as possible. Really!” “That promise won’t elicit more ‘n a hollow laugh from my hollow tooth,” the goon said. I wondered about a graduate word like ‘elicit’ from such an uncouth mouth. “Look, if I … Continue reading →

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