Carol wiped her sweaty hands on her square skirt, a piece of clothing that looked like it was pulled from her grandmother’s closet. "Sure, yeah, you’re curing the worlds illnesses for the money." Carol put her wide hand on Jude’s shoulder. He smiled flatly and pulled away. Carol grinned back at him, freckles stretching on her cheeks. "On top of all this professional stuff, you conduct those martial arts and survival skills workshops on weekends."you can find it here. a good short piece is like a tiny dart of anti-death; this one is certainly one of those.
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