I wrote another short story (very short) while on the flight to Israel. Its very sad when I think about it. As I finish posting the last of the stuff I wrote while I was there, I have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that the trip is over. My mindset goes back to school and other things. This story is a bit more conventional than The Cheekbone, but still, it is a bit whacky and facetious.

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