You, as you swagger up Grant Street from the Chinatown gates, strutting along like you’re somehow worthy of his gaze. To him, looking at you is no better than eating throw up, and lord what he’d give right now to exchange you for that bowl of puke.
Babe Scanlon is a writer living and working in San Francisco. She's worked as an archaeologist, computer game designer, agent at Agent Provocateur and hypnotherapist. She is controlling your mind at this very moment.
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