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Everyone, gather 'round—or, better yet, back away slowly while locking eyes, because you know how much I thrive on intense eye contact....

So here I am—pen in hand, heart doing somersaults—diving into something new: writing. Not the dry government memos or sterile reports I...

The air hung heavy, lifeless—not hot, not cold, just stale, like breath trapped in a sealed tomb. Lucian Crowe shifted, the worn soles of...

What the Smile Doesn't Show He’s the neighbor you wave to, the one who knows your kids’ names. Sturdy handshake, steady job, decent...