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By Anonymous (not verified) , 21 October, 2023
The red bike sat on the median strip with a placard tacked to it. Police aware, it read. The bike was a Kawasaki and Astor had owned one just like it years ago. The night he crashed it, Astor was on his way to a friend’s, a girl he’d known for years, and he’d been too busy thinking about the one day he’d kissed her, the one time they nearly made it through sex without him crying, and then he came off hard, except the bike skidded down an embankment, made a soft landing somehow.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 14 October, 2023
Caroline was the death doula on Andrea’s books – a good concierge has at least one of every kind of service professional on her books – and when Andrea mentioned to Caroline that she was considering a career change, the death doula suggested end-of-life care. It’s a booming business, she said. And it’s only getting bigger.