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Brink Brinkman: Chapter 1: The Lady in Red
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Sunday, November 25, 2012. Chapter 1: The Lady in Red. It was a cold and dreary November afternoon. Brink’s back didn’t feel any better than it did last week. Maybe shoe shining wasn’t going to be as fulfilling as he’d hoped. The evening rush hour was coming and although that meant more people, it would mean less customers. Today he hadn’t made much. Enough to pick up some groceries to have sandwiches over the weekend. 8221; She was a sweet old lady. It’s not leaking, is it? 8220;Oh, that old thing. ...
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Brink Brinkman: Louis
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Sunday, December 16, 2012. The world snapped back into reality. Unfortunately, by the time Brink regained his wits the train had long since passed. With a panic he made his way out of the subway and into the cool night air. It was a long walk home. If he could walk on water it was only a couple miles. Having missed the train he’d have to walk all the way up to the bridge and back down. That would be over 13 miles and take the better part of the night. Plus he was hungry. 8220;So it was a dame! 8220;Just ...
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Brink Brinkman: December 2012
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Sunday, December 16, 2012. The world snapped back into reality. Unfortunately, by the time Brink regained his wits the train had long since passed. With a panic he made his way out of the subway and into the cool night air. It was a long walk home. If he could walk on water it was only a couple miles. Having missed the train he’d have to walk all the way up to the bridge and back down. That would be over 13 miles and take the better part of the night. Plus he was hungry. 8220;So it was a dame! 8220;Just ...
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Brink Brinkman: November 2012
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Sunday, November 25, 2012. Chapter 1: The Lady in Red. It was a cold and dreary November afternoon. Brink’s back didn’t feel any better than it did last week. Maybe shoe shining wasn’t going to be as fulfilling as he’d hoped. The evening rush hour was coming and although that meant more people, it would mean less customers. Today he hadn’t made much. Enough to pick up some groceries to have sandwiches over the weekend. 8221; She was a sweet old lady. It’s not leaking, is it? 8220;Oh, that old thing. ...