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Date: August 27th, 2024 5:03 PM Author: lake comical laser beams church Nicholas Samuelson honked in irritation as the light turned red too soon. Through the windshield of his aging Tercel, he saw the lucky son of a gun in front of him, already mostly through the intersection, glance back once, but he couldn’t see to confirm the expression was mocking. A minor inconvenience, if calmed down and looked at objectively, but then Samuelson had driven in reliance of the yellow light staying up for 2 and ¾ seconds, not the second and a half it seemed to have stayed. His annoyance was doubled by the fact that, in honking his horn and looking at the man ahead, he’d lost the opportunity to make any sort of count on the anomaly and see whether he was getting paid back with one second less of red-light jail.
He should have noticed. That was his job—not notice. Nicholas Samuelson was a Noticer, always had been, and that was his current job. Noticing. As a Veteran’s Affairs lawyer, Nicholas had to Notice, he had to issue Notices (of Hearing, of Appeal), and he was also a Guardian. A Guardian, he thought, of Guardians (servicemen and, he grudgingly accepted, servicewomen), but also of the American taxpayer. That figure was beset on all sides by enemies looking to eat out its substance, and Nicholas had to make sure they remained whole. At least, in his small part of the bureaucracy.
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Date: August 27th, 2024 5:03 PM Author: lake comical laser beams church The diction is deliberately stilted since i'm doing third person limited pov (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5584130&forum_id=2#48015323) |
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Date: August 27th, 2024 9:26 PM Author: Effete kitchen hissy fit (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5584130&forum_id=2#48016279) |
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Date: August 27th, 2024 5:23 PM Author: Titillating Misanthropic Box Office https://i.imgur.com/Wy6tIpF.png (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5584130&forum_id=2#48015405) |
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Date: August 27th, 2024 7:07 PM Author: Self-absorbed Locale Therapy (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5584130&forum_id=2#48015795) |
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Date: August 27th, 2024 8:04 PM Author: Arousing Poppy Plaza Dopamine (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5584130&forum_id=2#48015957) |
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Date: August 27th, 2024 9:24 PM Author: lake comical laser beams church more fragments--i'm going to bed soon but i'm doing what i usually do which is write the story in fragments (I've already written the last couple of lines)
Big thanks to the poasters last night who provided a VA appeals scenario for me to use.
**** The guy was. . .weird. The VSO had told Tom that the hearing was a legal hearing, but after they swore you in, it stopped looking like something from TV. They’d said that the judge was a judge, but would probably be wearing a suit or dress, and that it would be a small conference room. Most of that was true, but this judge looked like a judge. He was slumped forward along the desk, the rope rising up on the chair behind him like a cape. He gave the impression of a drunk uncle at a Halloween party. The judge was in costume, and Tom felt uneasy, like he wasn’t in his. He wondered if he should have worn his uniform to the hearing.
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