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The Rock

Johnny Olzewski is my hero. It was 1959 and I was 11 years old and Johnny "O" was a new running back for the perpetually awful George Marshall Washington Redskins

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The Reporter

The solution to his dilemma was such a simple one! What did it matter if he lost the man's phone number? He recalled seeing a card advertising his informant's construction company at a local deli - just the stroke of luck he'd need. He quickly finished up his coffee and, without a moment's delay, rose from his seat.

"It's about time that I get to work. This is going to be the biggest story in news since Nixon's Watergate scandal - and I'm the one who's going to gather the facts to make it happen."

The gloomy atmosphere that had preceded him had all but disappeared. He shambled over to the cash register, hand in his pocket, attempting to free the scrunched up dollar bills from their place wedged in between the ring of his car keys. With a curt smile to the cashier, he paid his bill and rushed out of the door to Cafe Luna.

Cold Charisma

Jessica sighed as she packed her bags. She was a bit short-only 5ft2in, weighing a bit on the heavy side at 193lbs. She had strawberry blond hair and pale skin."Hey, 'ya ready to go and save some birds?", Herald snickered to himself as his head popped around the door. He stood 6ft and weighed 145lbs. He had a gorgeous black hair and kept his mane tamed by slicking on hair gel every morning. His dark brown skin stood out from his green and tan suit. "You ready to admit that pigs can fly?", was her retort. She put on her best smile and turned to him throwing her hands up in exhaust. "Do I have to go?", she whined and collapsed on the bed. He sat down next to her and smiled the smile she had fallen in love with three years ago. "Well, I wish I could go with you." He caressed her left cheek and leaned down to kiss her and stood up. "I've got to get to the office. Try and call me when you get there." He winked at her and left. Jessica lazily got up and watched his car leave. She turned back to her unfinished packing and sighed again. Outside a car horn honked.  


the words of love

Sarah is bored. She is supporting Tom in creating the appropriate questions and answers for crosswordpuzzles in the paper "signs of the world" so what the hell is she doing here? Her Chief, Mrs. Candle, hasnt offered her a better position in the redaction yet, so why have they sent her to this event? 

Tom, the journalist, who got Sarah now as personal assistence, seems rather interested and doesnt notice Sarahs desire to just leave this event. He has talked a lot about it the days before,how interesting it would be, so there is obviously little chance of leaving earlier.

Sarah realizes that this frustration evokes hunger, as it happens often in similar situations, so she snaps her bag and prospects for some snackarea where she can feed her stomach.

When Sarah enters the small bistro she finds at a hidden corner of bookshop , Katherine is writing eagerly on her new book, a story about a pianist who finds her love in the keys of a piano, and just shortly lifts her head to see who has entered that lonesome bistro.

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