74. Confrontation"Just be careful, Theo," a strong woman's voice echoed from the back of his office. A coy smile curled from the man's lips as he took up his jacket off the back of his chair, throwing it over his shoulders. It was just chilly enough to be necessary; and the added security of his jacket could protect him a bit more than his button-up work shirt. Pockets were good, too.74. Confrontation
"Careful's my middle name. You know that, Anna." The woman eyed him.
"Last week it was Danger, now it's Careful." She paused. "Come to think of it... Theo isn't even your real name, is it?" Looking up from papers she was filing for an answer, a frustrat
73. I. Can't.My door stood open. The clouds were obscuring most of the sunlight of the day, creating a gray overcast that shadowed my street in its chilly gloom. A few leaves drifted by; I watched them as my grip tightened on the doorknob. What was keeping me here? What was this invisible barrier? "I... can't." I shut the door.73. I. Can't.
Another day. Another disappointment.
The lights were off, but my drapes were open. Dying, clouded sunlight was choking through my dingy windows. I needed to clean them. I almost smiled - almost - wondering if I'd ever really get the motivation to do so.
Probably not. Another disappointment. &
Addison AlbrichtAh, an inventor! Modest at best - closeted workshop filled with clockwork bugs, schematics, and arrays of mysterious tools.Addison Albricht
He was somewhat poor but never let it get in the way of his work, always putting together new things and trying to vend them to people with interest. He lived in his workshop; a bed pulled out from a large drawer under his desk, and behind that little door back there was a mock-up kitchen, bathroom, and pantry.
The shop doubled as a bit of a fixit place, people across town bringing various broken gadgets to Addison to have him fix it for them. Which... might explain the large number of gutted cl
63. Do Not Disturb"Take a look at those pills," Sophia joked. "I hope they're for a horse."63. Do Not Disturb
Milo couldn't help but smile himself, plunking the last of the prescription into the clear brown bottle. Now where were his...? He was staring at Sophia's hand a moment later, holding the prescription label in her hand.
"Dr. Rhyden," she began in a stiff tone. Milo felt his nerves freeze until she smiled again, taking the label from her and affixing it just so on the bottle. "You know where this stuff is, c'mon. Being sleepy isn't an excuse!"
Oh, but it was. In Milo's case usually, anyway. Sleep was lost on the poor pharmacist mo
so here's the straight skinny 
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