December 2006
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Comb of the Grotesque
“And this…” Mr. VanHauseman said as he gestured calculatedly toward the item that sat on a lighted pillar. All his movements were deliberate because of the tight, double breasted suit he was wearing. It was an antique, and it looked that any movement on his part would break the shoulders at the seams. “This is a comb.” The group of teenagers that had straggled in from...
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Children's Room Decorator
He dropped his roller stick on the hardwood floor, gouging a small scrape as it’s metal arm hit. He didn’t care, and neither did the woman who was watching in awe from the doorway. He studied the walls, hands planted firmly on his hips with a scowl of a man who intended to conquer a well known enemy. There was a long silence, his intense breathing hissing audibly through his bushy...