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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Draft Day: The Cold Dread
J.J. Bailey J.J. Bailey

Draft Day: The Cold Dread

Our draft is almost here! A thing for which I’m definitely excited and not at all worried about colossally fucking up for the (fill in any number you like) time in a row.

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The History Man
J.J. Bailey J.J. Bailey

The History Man

No matter how bright the dawn or how eager the legs, one should never venture too far into the unknown without studying the histories.

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