Thirty
Flights
of
Loving
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"Are we going to hate each other someday?" Anita remembered this from long-ago pillow talk. She couldn't recall who asked the question, but she remembered feeling that pinchy pang of knowing the answer.
And here they were, meeting again after seven years, albeit under different circumstances.
Given the harpoon cannon and grenade launcher and four flared nostrils, memories of that conversation only briefly fluttered around before making room for more immediate concerns.
"You called down the mocha. Now reap the flavor."
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Welcome to Thirty Flights of Loving, a first-person short story of high-flying schemers and lovelorn criminals.
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