Week 12: Meters, not feet
J.J. Bailey J.J. Bailey

Week 12: Meters, not feet

It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad.

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Week 8: Beep, Beep, Beep
J.J. Bailey J.J. Bailey

Week 8: Beep, Beep, Beep

What the heck you gonna do if you're on a picnic and have an ice cream and the ants crawl on the ice cream, what are you gonna do?

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Week 7: Gone Long
J.J. Bailey J.J. Bailey

Week 7: Gone Long

Shot and shell shrieking and crashing, canister and bullets whistling and hissing most fiend-like through the air until you could almost see them. In that mile's ride I never expected to come back alive.

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