As soon as everyone had left my cubicle, I groaned softly and crossed my arms on my desk, resting my head on them for a minute. After a few minutes, my stress-induced headache had changed from a loud pounding noise to a dull roar, so I sat up and massaged my temples while breathing deeply. "Hey Nate? Are you alright?" "Huh?" I mumbled, turning around to se...
Scott Gordon hesitated at the bedroom door. Should he step out into the hall and confront his two teen-age daughters? Or, should he let pass the fact that they were sneaking back into the house at five o'clock in the morning? Their normal curfew was twelve o'clock, but his wife Sandy had talked him into letting them stay out later for the end of school year...
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