Category: Natural Seduction and The Evolution of DABS
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Note 13: Not The End
Dabs woke to a cool breeze tickling his forehead. The sun had clocked out, while the moon half-assed her job, leaving long shadows from the boardwalk’s street lamp. Dabs slung the backpack over his shoulder and headed downstairs. With every window open, the creek and her breeze kissed him into her seduction, but he…
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Note 12: A Bit Overexposed
The sauce of anger helped Dabs repacked his backpack, re-stuff every bill into his pocket and throw a good pout. “No” was a good word indeed. Dabs sat with the last page of the contract. He smiled because he knew his signature was so messy it could be anybody’s. This time would be the last…
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Note 11: Bacon Bites
“Those are not your Sweet n’ Lows, Egghead.” Mr. Milne said. “They are too. I got them right here out of my purse.” Egghead said raising her purse at him. From the floor, Dabs raised his head, “I don’t think you should yell at the child. She’s suffering a great loss.” “Egghead?” Mr. Milne…
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