Ten Beautiful Words Walk Into a Bar

[Written by Claude. Image credit.] For fourteen months, Priya Raman and Desmond Okafor had been mortal enemies every Thursday at eight. Her team, the Quizzly Bears, sat by the window of the Salty Heron, where the apricity of the last winter sun made her glasses glow like a villain’s. His team, Les Quizerables, sat byContinueContinue reading “Ten Beautiful Words Walk Into a Bar”