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Bones on Call

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Bones on Call RADIO STATIC STARTS STRONG THEN FADES OUT-POST OPERATOR: THIS IS OUTPOST 11 OFF OF 5 REQUESTING BONES. BONES YOU THERE? ZIVA: BONES ON, WHERE’S THE DROP? RADIO RETURNS, FADES TAPE RECORDER CLICK, CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT. CAR IGNITION TURNS OVER. SOUND OF SEAT BELT BEING BUCKLED ZIVA: KIT, TOWELS, ALCOHOL, AND… NIGHTSTICK. […]

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An Ode to Coffee

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An Ode to Coffee We were acquaintances for so long, you and I. The mornings I’d wake up, and smell you, the secret conversation you had with my mom before sunrise. You were omnipresent for so long. Hot coco was my substitute as a child, but you always had an allure that I couldn’t resist.

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