Twittering Tales — The Verdict

C9B3DB8F-46ED-42EB-9C29-7E641DCAFB7EThe assistant district attorney listened to the defense attorney’s closing argument. He tried to look calm and collected, knowing that his future with the DA’s office rested on the outcome of this case. But looking at the jury, he knew that the verdict wouldn’t be going his way.

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Twittering Tales — The Party

7A6FFF39-0315-4D5A-8573-662052ADC451Congratulations. Bob told me that you’re pregnant.

He told you? Dammit, I asked him not to say anything yet.

You know, sweetie, you shouldn’t be drinking wine in your condition.

My condition? OMG, sweetie, mind your own fucking business.

Things at the party went downhill from there.

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Twittering Tales — The Restoration

1AAA1A7F-73C6-459C-8A4E-4E66866572BAHow long have you been working on restoring that Bug?

A couple of months.

How long do you think it will take you to finish?

Another couple of months.

Aren’t parts for that car hard to get?

Yeah, kinda.

So why bother?

They don’t make ‘em like this anymore.

Yeah, there’s a reason for that.

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Twittering Tales — The Operation

ABF682FC-0BAB-4587-9640-EA18D5447E98“Doctor, we’ve lost him,” the resident said.

“Doctor, are you going to make the call?” the intern asked.

“Doctor, you did everything you could,” the nurse said.

“It was hopeless from the outset,” the doctor said.

“That’s because the patient was a cadaver, doctor,” the resident said.

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Twittering Tales — Where There’s a Will

28CE5D38-CCA3-412B-A3C2-950EF7DFD711His parents forbade him from going. Still, he always felt that where there’s a will, there’s a way.

He climbed the steps to the bridge that ran above the park. He stuck his head between the ornate concrete spindles. And he got a bird’s eye view of the city’s annual Pride Parade.

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