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RAPID BY T DWELLA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 33

You’re from corporate to spy on us?

TEA, CHEESE, AND TYLER PERRY BY SHELBEY WANNER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 33
I take a seat at the counter that faces the kitchen and order a glass of sweet tea. The three employees working the graveyard shift have agreed to let me sit here all night long but I don’t think they really believe that I’m going to stay here until 6 am.

I was between a rock and an asshole like always.

BITE THE MOMENT BY NATHAN CAINES 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 33

I’m glad to be away from the house for a while. I was about to snap having to deal with Jordan throwing another of his famous tantrums. Calling them ‘freak-outs’ gave him too much credit. It made it sound like it was anything but a temper tantrum thrown by another hypocritical man-child.

They had a simple relationship.

A FORTUNATE MAN BY PENNY DVORACEK 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 33

It began in high school when Abe became permanently smitten with Evelyn, who was the 1940 prom queen of Edison High School. Abe couldn’t believe that she agreed to go steady with him—a less than average Joe in every category—except for his undaunted willingness to turn himself inside out to please her.

I don’t know, you might be a good guy.

IN THE PROUDEST COUNTRY BY MICHAEL WASHBURN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 33

Claude studied the American for a moment with a look neither warm nor cold. “I’m not saying you would blow up houses full of people in Afghanistan,” he said. “I don’t know, you might be a good guy.”