Category: Fiction
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (3)
“Aw, come on, Lloyd. No one uses shoeboxes for shoes. What you got in them? Dope? Naughty pictures? Laughing gas for pre-coitus huffing?” Read more
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (2)
Lloyd moved away from the window and went to the nurse-white neatly cluttered kitchen and fixed himself a cold chicken sandwich with salted cucumber wedges on the side and a fat glass of Ovaltine. Read more
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 8
“Yes. Word spreads. Word gets to me. People say you give off bad vibes, that you’re unprofessional and have a salty attitude about life.” Read more

