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No coverage, not even one bar; the battery was dead anyway. It was still daytime, but there was an overcast […]
Written by Laura Cody The first day I met Nate, he told me he was going to kill his dealer.
Written by Graham Elder Foreword This story was submitted as part of the inaugural New England Journal of Medicine (NEJM)
Featured in The Best of CafeLit, vol 11; 2022 You linger an extra five minutes over your second cup of coffee,