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Blood Sport

stopper tightly into place. It’s dangerous.
In case there’s a fire. He’s not supposed
to have it. They’ve taken four off him

already, but it’s the only way he can
breathe in this place.
Safely locked in, Jason walks slowly
back to the bed. His whole body feels
like it’s full of rocks. What is he going
to do without Becca? How can this be
his life now?
Dropping down on the bed, he knocks
one of the boxes over. It tips sideways,

spilling its contents onto the blankets.
The copy of Sherlock Holmes that
falls out makes him gasp. It was their
dad’s, the collected stories. When he’d
lost his job and started drinking, he’d
started selling most of his first editions.
But Becca had taken this one. First it

had been in her bedroom, on the shelf
by her bed. Then, after she moved out,
it was on display in her apartment,
which Jason was going to move into

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