Boring down through the haul from Iso didn’t just take vision, it took grit.

He was working for the old lady, behind the desk, when the door chimes sounded the same way they would for anybody. The open door allowed in a flashing scream of frothing soy, pedestrian conversation and the El-train’s brake-song. The chimes didn’t know she was different. Neither did Tama. So he didn’t even look up.

The Unflinching Ash Captivates enchants ensnaresMakes gulls of us all

Ash clasped her hands in front of her, tipped her head at 45 degrees, and drew infinity with her irises. 'Five. Neither of us appears to have had word from God, so I’m forced to conclude He or She is allowing free will to reign – a gift, wouldn’t you agree?

Ash clasped her hands in front of her, tipped her head at 45 degrees, and drew infinity with her irises. “Five. Neither of us appears to have had word from God, so I’m forced to conclude He or She is allowing free will to reign – a gift, wouldn’t you agree?

Rational Self was screaming, “This is crazy! Abort before she lets you down easy!” But Hopeful Tama wanted to go all in; wanted to trust what he was feeling and see the wooing through. Hopeful Tama won.

In a flare of clarity, Tama knew two things irrevocably: one – he had just let the girl he’d been waiting for since forever walk out of his store, and two – he hadn’t done enough to make sure she came back.

You’ve never been business.

There were four types of borers; those who dug for treasures to sell via the city’s few stores, those who dug to on-sell from home-run operations, those who deconstructed and sold new creations, and the fourth – those who dug for themselves. Geronimo was all of these, but most of all, the last one. Not in the way most people would think.