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The beloved science teacher does this every year: takes a large glass container to the front of the room, shows it to the class empty, of...

I wake up to the fine grit of sand against my cheek. The scent of human scum and beach funk permeates the space. There’s a...

“Why do my minions have to be such damned idiots?” Though chapped beyond all patience (admittedly, a low threshold in his case), he grins...