Katherine’s Coffeehouse

**Storyline

You see, after a while, you get tired of telling
the same old story again, the sad one, where you
are the interstitial animal living between grains
of ancient sand, separated from both
land and sea, by some careless hand that said
you were made to be lonely. And while I know
being a writer is solitary (how else will we ever
get these so-many-words out of our salty-sweet
minds?) I do not think anyone was made to be alone.

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Bloodsport

Last night was another nightmare, except this time, they attacked my brother who somehow also worked there. And while I was sitting with my brother, right in front of our boss, my brother would not—could not—say a word, and neither could I because we were all sitting far too close, there, in person, face to

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