This would be a case of taking it not one day at a time, but more like an hour at a time.
His stomach churned. Maybe it was the fried food. Maybe it was his nerves. Maybe it was the sight of Demetri wiping down the counter with his muscular arms. No matter, really, because there was no going back now. The future awaited, ironic considering it was his past that concerned him. Consumed him.
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Somehow the afternoon slipped away and the cool spring night was upon him. He woke up in his newly rented motel room feeling disorientated. He thought the past day had been a dream, until a look out the window at the parking lot of the Barrier Brief Motel reminded him that Cane’s Inlet was indeed a reality.
The Brief might be an odd name for a motel, sure, but judging from the look of its rund
