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Pass It On

Ninety percent of every problem could be solved by a robot who texted NO to hockey players on a regular basis. Unfortunately, Sidney didn’t have a robot.

Highway Unicorn

He saw the horn poking out from the pony’s head, golden and straight and somehow delicate-looking despite the empty tuna can hanging off of it. The unicorn horn. “The fuck,” Sidney said out loud, his eye skipping from the horn

The Work of Wings

Sidney Crosby gets hit on the head and wakes up with extra memories.*