Course of treatment

COURSE OF TREATMENT A few months ago, I would not have dreamed that I would be in this situation. Not that the situation is necessarily bad, but the utterly blatant ethical breaches that I have[…]

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The hideout

The music was deafeningly loud. The beat almost supplanted your own heart beat as you entered the dance club and were assaulted by the primal rhythms that rocked the air. The squeal of guitars and[…]

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Raining pleasure

No one wanted to do a thing that day. Everywhere you could’ve looked, students were indoors. It was raining hard that Saturday, a literal downpour with no break in it in sight said the forecasts.[…]

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The janitor,

The Janitor Chapter one. Gwen picked up the mail from the mat, closed the front door behind with her foot and flicked the switch, turning on the main light. She dropped her coat over the[…]

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