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Submitted to Contest #135
I knocked loudly. I knocked loudly again, like a cops knock. The seedy little man, behind the door, told me that he'd "have the money," in an hour. Id been here twice already,and I told him that this was the "last trip," I was going to make to him, for our clubs money. I was warranted the collector, in our clubs, goings ons. We didn't mind, lending our money but, if you didn't pay on time, there would be taxes. If you didn't pay the taxes, there would be broken legs. This guy was at the start paying taxes stage. We wanted our money back with...
I smiled at the skier next to me. I could feel the sunburn on my face. My nose peeled this morning, in the mirror from yesterday's sun.I was on the bunny hill, of course. Half of the 12 ounces of Zambuka went down my throat this morning. I needed it to get the nerve to ski with my two friends. I wondered why I came with them? Both of them being excellent skiers. Now I was skiing by myself, half drunk by 10:00 a.m. "Nice one" I thought to myself.My drinking had become more frequent now that I was with Josh. I even considered going to a counse...
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