Tag: Raz

Wednesday Morning ‘I can’t believe the Agency doesn’t have any cars here,’ Troy said lounged on Raz’s shoulder, as small and light as a doll. ‘You guys are supposed to rule the world or something, and you don’t have any cars stashed on the road to Joxy?’

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Monday Evening The restaurant had valets, gilded menus, and quiet, attentive servers. “Opulent” was the word that sat in the forefront of his mind, and every inch of the establishment made Raz want to cry with anger and exasperation.

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Monday Evening Raz took a deep breath, held it, then released it. He closed his eyes and listened to his anti-anxiety app as it took him through five minutes of breathing exercises, designed to calm him the fuck down.

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Monday Morning Raz now knew one new empirical fact: spending the night with company definitely put a spring in one’s step. Up ahead, Screen’s door opened, and a woman of Amazonian proportions, with vines falling down her back like Medusa’s snakes, walked out and headed for the elevator. Screen saw him, beckoned him, and they […]

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Monday Morning Raz opened his eyes, the panic disappearing from his throat as he took in the feel of the Agency sheets under his skin. Required sheets. Required bed. Everything so much nicer than it had been in his crappy little bedsit. The air was clean. The air was always clean. It always so comforting: […]

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