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You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility?… Read more.
The Gould house smelled like Sunday dinner and the trappings of commercialized religion. Read more.
“You’re the immigrant,” he snarled in a wild, earthy way. “And I’ll gladly knock you back to Europa.” Read more.
There are times that I feel as if I’m just filling in the gaps between birth and death. But then… Read more.
So, yes, yet again, I was at the damn public library trying to get some writing done. If you are… Read more.
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