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Short Stories
Evensong
It sat in his solar plexus. A knot of anxiety. It had settled many weeks ago or more. Always there - a visceral discomfort - sometimes squirming in restlessness, making it's presence felt more acutely with pain. But usually a kind of draggy feeling that could continue throughout the day. The recent interaction with that girl had let the demon out again. This damned ache in his stomach, distracting him from getting on and doing things. From the bench he looked about the squar

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