I Can Do It Better

_I Can Do It Better_ The music from the sound system cut to a low hiss. Corey turned around to the stage, if it could even be called that, where some young tiger was tuning an acoustic guitar. Dissonant chords filled the room and Corey quietly...

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Castrato

**_Castrato_** They brought the cub to me when he was five. Even one such as I was skeptical. I demanded a demonstration. He looked to his father, a destitute, grubby thing, embarrassed to be in the presence of one such as myself. In my fine home,...

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Workplace Romances

_Workplace Romances_ Kevin was destined for greater things. No, those greater things weren't astronaut or politician or "_coffee master_," whatever that was; but greater than the night shift at a crummy grocery store. The fact he hated his job was...

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Proper Planning

_Proper Planning_ "Hey, Kevin," Lukas, a slightly stocky raccoon in his late twenties, said, "would you mind helping me out and stocking bread?" Kevin, a scrawny fennec some years younger than Lukas, turned away from the vending machine and his...

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Sexist Windows

_Sexist Windows_ "I have the sneaking suspicion this window is sexist." My friend looked at the window of the university cafeteria we were sitting near as streams of rain ran down it. Currents moved within the streams, appearing as moving scales...

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Water Closet Trolling

_Water Closet Trolling_ "Rotten sniveling little backwashed dog-trash lazy stupid ugly . . . ASS!" Ledding's voice echoed off the whitewashed walls of the station and clean linoleum floors. He ascended the stairs and looked around the main...

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FML With Coda

_FML_ Kevin placed a few more candy bars on the rack, trying to arrange them neatly. Then he leaned back, tossed his head behind him, rolled his shoulders and sighed. Part of it was sincere fatigue, the other was sincere boredom. Not a lot of...

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FML

_FML_ Kevin placed a few more candy bars on the rack, trying to arrange them neatly. Then he leaned back, tossed his head behind him, rolled his shoulders and sighed. Part of it was sincere fatigue, the other was sincere boredom. Not a lot of people...

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