1770 0 0
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The place turns out to have a really nice ambiance, and while the pasta is only passable—though I ordered, I believe, the cheapest plate on the menu, so maybe I got what I deserved—the background dinner music playing is "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" by Wilco.
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32400
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"Well, I don't know why I bother sometimes," he cut in, with a fleeting, faraway look in his eyes. "The forces at work against us seem to be amassing more and more as the days pass . . . "
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5000
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The night was not going well. The few people she had encountered had proved noncommittal. Uninterested. Unresponsive, even. "How could this be?" she thought. "This is supposed to be, y’know, Portland! Picked on for being 'Liberal Town' and everything..."
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5710
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Oddly, the stress and nervousness — converging at the single fixed point of her consciousness, coming at her simultaneously from so many different angles, all of them unresolvable singly and by themselves — beget a new momentum in her.
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4700
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She had to admit, she was enjoying being in the position of having her supervisor being honestly (and purposefully) apologetic to her, however briefly the current situation might last.
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4000
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“I haven't been doing this long, and..” She waved the clipboard helplessly, knowing that doing so only evaporated whatever credibility she had had to begin with, but unable to “grab on” to something else she could do, instead, to keep her from doing so.
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6900
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This last guy was pretty nice, but, as much as she could understand only giving $5 [being mostly-broke herself], people's reticence to “cough up” in light of their purported ideals was something she was starting to find a bit trying.
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4100
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It started raining. "Oh, great," Stephanie thought, zipping up her windbreaker and pulling the hood up over her head. "Welcome to Portland!" ¶ Fuck this. She had espied one of those Plaid Pantry™ convenience stores, so she went to get some coffee.
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3700
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"This doesn't look good," Stephanie thought, eyeing BUSH/CHENEY 2000 sticker on the bumper of the Volvo.
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