Misterdoe's Fiction

An old story, that I decided not to update completely…
“What do you mean, it can’t be fixed?”
I looked sadly at the blackened computer case, then back at Dixon. “The circuits can’t be repaired,” I said, “they have to be replaced, and unfortunately we don’t have the extra parts here right now, because the company is [...]

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One Friday, about eight weeks ago I went grumblingly with my friend Paula while she went clothes shopping. She’s not my girlfriend, at least not yet, but if being dragged into a women’s clothing store is the price I pay for being able to spend a couple more hours with her, then so be it.
As [...]

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