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/ March 10, 2010
Her blouse was sheer and she was bra-less. We stared and she smiled. “For once,” she said, “I want people to notice me, not my wheelchair.”
Bruce Harris enjoys relaxing with a Marxman.
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Bruce Harris
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/ February 8, 2010
His calloused hand squeezed her tiny thumb. Inadequate insurance, he discovered. He couldn’t afford healthcare. He could pay for a funeral.
Bruce Harris is a doctor and a salesman, but not necessarily in that order.
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/ January 4, 2010
He writes the perfect tweet. Nails it. It’s Hemingwayesque. The Shakespeare of all tweets! One tiny problem, though. It has 141 characters.
Bruce Harris enjoys relaxing with a Marxman.