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PJ Stuart's Writings

Short Story
Jul.27.2009
  I stood just inside the alley at Roosevelt and State Street. Counting the seconds, I waited for him to show. If I had a buck for every second I wasted waiting for him, I could buy a lot more than I could afford tonight. I felt myself growing angrier as I waited. Didn’t he get it? This was not a game. I was hurting badly, I needed the only thing on...