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The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 21

(Read the other chapters here.) I woke with a terrible stomach ache. I had a hangover. I looked in the mirror

(Read the other chapters here.) I forgot all about Sherilynn and Hank. Between cleaning up pumpkin remains and checking the website

(Read the other chapters here.) When I went downstairs that next morning, the coffee was brewed and a platter of scrambled

(Read the other chapters here.) “So, you guys are Wireheads?” I said, not really asking. I had heard The Wireheads tales,

(Read the other chapters here.) “Yes, ma’am, it’s more than crab cakes that brings us here,” she said, laughing, her eyes,

(Read the other chapters here.) Back home standing on my stoop, I didn’t feel the least bit guilty after the movie

(Read the other chapters here.) The True Value in Federal Hill didn’t have the lock I wanted, one not designed to

(Read the other chapters here.) When I woke the next morning, the sun had barely made an appearance in the sky

(Read the other chapters here.) The Minnesotans arrived a “smidge” past six, just as the woman said they would. Sherilynn McCaffrey

(Read the other chapters here.) When I returned home an envelope had been pushed through the mail slot. The letter was