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them with the cold water. Time seemed to regain normalcy as the liquid confronted my face as if each droplet was ice, instantly waking my skin and senses. I walked over to my wardrobe to grab my clothes. First day on the job. I turned the silver handle and opened the burgundy door. I grabbed my trousers and jacket, put on a clean, ironed shirt, tied my tie, cuffed the trousers, tied my laces, swung the jacket over my shoulder and headed for the stairs. I glanced down at my wristwatch; plenty of time. I passed the kitchen purposely, I refused to see how unorganized and dirty it surely was. Last night was a good night, a fun night. Friends of past and present came in to exchange stories, all in good company. The party was in my favor though. I had bagged the job I have been dreaming about since graduation from grammar school. A celebration was in order. In fact, thinking of it now, I thought I felt somebody else in the bed with me this morning. Hope I didn’t wake them. Out the front door and turn to slide my jacket on and wrestle my bicycle’s handlebars free of the iron fencing. Once free, I was off on my way to what would become my future. I made it downtown to the League’s Toulouse location, a slim four story building just a 7

Something Oranje  

A historical novel focused around the life a tuberculosis patient and the Jewish Consumptives' Relief Society in Spivak, Colorado, just outs...

Something Oranje  

A historical novel focused around the life a tuberculosis patient and the Jewish Consumptives' Relief Society in Spivak, Colorado, just outs...

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