I am attached to a headset by a red wire. Like a dog to a tree, I can reach only as far as the cord allows. When a call comes, I answer: 988 lifeline this is … and speak aloud my alias. (nonfiction)
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Tim hopped out of his parked diesel Jetta, his naturally orange hair prominent against the brisk, late January day. He said, “Stay here for a second, Stever. I’ve got something for us.” (nonfiction)
