Spiro, Spero's Favorites
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How Not To Be in an Airlock
“I still don’t know why you need me in the air lock.”
“It’s like I told you. Something spilled, and we need you to clean it …
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The Morning of the Race

The morning of the race was hot and humid. Old Dr. Pritchitt wiped sweat from his brow. He’d delivered so many babies, brough…
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Black iron, black feather

She played a song for me that broke me inside, a song that tortured me; one that, wordless, told me that the woman I had spur…
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Breaking Up is Hard (Though Rocket Launchers Make it Significantly Easier)
Gates turned the corner in full sprint, and skidded to a stop. “Bollocks!” he shouted. Another hallway. Another dead-end.
Ga…
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How Not To Be A Footnote

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A Castle In The Sky
In every attic, in every house, there is a door. That door leads to the castle in the sky. It is there, if only one will trul…
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When Poison Fails

And yet, Debbie came to work the next day completely healthy, as if nothing at all had happened. Cassandra frowned, watching …
