BEGINNING  (And thanks to you who have no appreciation for story telling)  THE END I met the devil on a Tuesday. Except back then, he went by Saint. Goodness, where are my manners? All riveting stories start with a tragedy, or so the devil—apologies, Saint—always said. This one is no different.  It was precisely a…

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You never know what questions will kill you. The two-tone chime is the only greeting you receive. You follow the trail of melting slush on the tile, ignoring the obligatory, fluorescent warning sign because it would never happen to you. The overhead lights whine: go home, let us rest, what could you possibly need at…

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