The Vessel
The realtor still wouldn’t look me in the face as he held the keys out to me. I couldn’t blame him. Most…
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The Late Show
They move again tonight. I lay and watch them, seeing as it’s all I can do. They slip and slide through the…
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Pretty Paper
One contrary wheel wobbled erratically as Thomas Moon pushed against the weighted shopping cart. He looked down at the mountain of Christmas…
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