http://slow.writerscafe.org/CPMan The original writings of author CPMan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022648 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The days andweeks after the confrontation with Erin Brock flew by like nothing. Everymorning, Stephen pushed himself out of bed, took a shower, got dressed, hadbreakfast and went to work. He didn’t talk to anybody apart from his students.He als.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CPMan/2035815/ That momentwhen her father came in was hard. She felt like crying, she felt like running tohim and weep onto his shoulder. She wanted to fall apart inside his arms, butshe had no idea of how to do that. “Are you ill?”her father asked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CPMan/2031977/ “Seems like the rats are abandoning the sinking ship. Well, actually, there is only one rat and the ship is not really sinking, but anyway..”“I have no idea what you are talking about!”“Well, then check your e-mail. 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