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Cupid noses at my sandwich so I pull off some pieces of meat to feed to her.

“It’s not that I hate doing the cam girl stuff, Cupid,” I mumble to my only confidante. “I just don’t want to do it twenty hours a day.”

Utterly unaware and uncaring, she meows at me.

“Yeah, I know you need cat food too,” I say with a sigh as I tug off a few more bites for her then get to work on eating the rest myself.

The last thing I need is to faint on cam.

“Is cam-girling full-time a solution?” I ask Cupid. “It’s a lot of pressure, a lot of work, but…” I nuzzle my nose against her head. “Three months. That’s what I’ll give myself. Enough to get a debt consolidation loan, see if I can ease the pressure, then earn enough to cover the day-to-day expenses and let some of my ideas kick into gear.

“Chuck got us into this mess so it’s not like he had the right to shoot me down.” My mouth tightens and for the first time in days, I start to feel like my old self. “If I’m going to save this place, then we need to think outside the box.”

Cupid meows at me.

And call me crazy, but I take that as a ‘yes.’

Nodding at her, I mutter, “Three months or I sell.”

Another meow.

I blow out a breath. “Let’s do this.”

NEW YORK STARS ARE OUT

BY MACK FINNEGAN

The season’s surprise underdogs, the New York Stars, were knocked out of the semifinals in a brutal game five that saw Chicago take one step closer to winning the Stanley Cup.

Much has been the way this season, Coach Bradley’s men forced overtime.

On this occasion, however, lady luck was not on the Stars’or‘the Leprechaun’ Donnghal’s side.

Though the captain and Kyle Lewis brought heat to Chicago’s defense, the rest of the team fell short.

Last night’s game was an all-round disappointment with lackluster performances by Raimond and Gagné in particular.

It’s a devastating end for Stars’ fans who were hoping the team would go all the way and live up to the promise they showed at the start of the season.

Chicago will face Calgary in four days.

CHAPTER 12

COLE

Streets - Joel Sunny

She’s not onlinewhen I first wake up.

Nor is she an hour later when the Bukowski chat is inundated with a barrage of messages in the wake of the Stars’ loss.

Yeah, I’ve checked the website. Like I’ve checked it a dozen times in the past few days.

This is a problem.

Fuck.

My.

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