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    Crime in the Bayou

    They say there\\\’s never a dull moment in the bayou. In all my time on the force, across all the crime scenes I\\\’ve had to investigate, this was a new one. The young man\\\’s face looks like it had been erased, his brown skin as smooth as a baby\\\’s arm. No lips, eye sockets, or facial hair. Naked, I see that the rest of him is untouched. He\\\’s muscular, tall-ish. It makes me sad to see him. \\\’We scanned his prints and it seems he\\\’s from Las Vegas. Reported missing a week ago by his mom. She\\\’s a pastor of…

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    The Horror of Responsible Plastics

    I rarely watch the news. I mean, all I need to do is look out the window of the train on my way to work. Hell, before that: all I need to do is look up, down, around as I walk to the train. It\\\’s a mess out there. But this morning, somebody left the news station on in the breakroom. Getting my coffee and I\\\’m hooked. There\\\’s a story about plastic not being \\\’as recyclable\\\’ as first claimed and they\\\’ve come up with a more responsible way to use it. I get closer, listen in. I\\\’m thinking so, what…

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    Man Eater

    Ol boy is mesmerized. \\\’Don\\\’t do it,\\\’ I say. He looks through me for a second and turns back to her. She\\\’s doing that thing she always does at a new club: dancing to her own beat, shimmying up and down, hands in the air and then pressing down her body. She sees him watching. Everyone\\\’s watching but she holds his gaze because this dude is hooked. \\\’I\\\’m telling you, she\\\’s more than you can handle.\\\’ He rips his eyes from her curves and I can hear the hunger in the growl of his voice. \\\’Whatchoo know, sho\\\’tie? You into…