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There was absolutely no doubt she was a horrible person. She had driven another devoted, adoring boyfriend to desperation through her utter inability to even pretend to love someone (the first one, back in high school, had coped using acoustic guitar breakup songwriting as a gateway drug to the opi…

Her uniform glittered and clinked as she put it away. Modeltainer, thought Mary Ann, maybe a dancer. The pretty face and barely clothed body of some nautical-themed pageantry or other. A reminder that things could always be worse.

“I can tell you, if I won that kind of money, I wouldn’t need any…

Her uniform glittered and clinked as she put it away. Modeltainer, thought Mary Ann, maybe a dancer. The pretty face and barely clothed body of some nautical-themed pageantry or other. A reminder that things could always be worse.

“I can tell you, if I won that kind of money, I wouldn’t need any…

She was still in her street clothes, dark blue Levi’s over white Keds, a white sleeveless top, but already wearing full, heavy makeup for her Friday-night shift. Past the soundproof glass, swarming little visitors trekked silently along the tables and slots in groups of two to six, their drunken la…

He left the table in a hurried stumble, scanning the room for the familiar pepper red of Trevor’s hair among the hungry tourists crowding the food displays like survivors at a postapocalyptic shelter, or animals at a fresh spring in a drought-stricken savannah. He walked past the meats and the dess…