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Archer broke the twin stick Popsicle to make two, one for me and one for him. He was happy with...
Finally hitting 50 but looking way older, Tom was celebrating alone, parked in his dark green...
A Lasting Remembrance Frank Adamucci, Jr. 7/16/16 Because it was in a locked cabinet I had...
Jake took a seat facing the entrance and placed his brushed nickel Colt on the table. He raised...
The kitchen phone was ringing and the old man picked it up. He grinned listening to someone...
Finally Les was able to get back to drafting the specifications for Kip’s memorial. A stone...
Harry rapped his eagle head cane three times against the pitted table leg and with...
“Edmund, would you like more butter?” asked Betsy. It isn’t everyday that Dr. Edmund Allen gets...
Deboerah was feeling good, she had calculated it right and the bus dropped her off just two...
“Mom, she’s back again and wants the most expensive thing on the menu. What should I do?”...
If I could travel back in time, I’d go back to the time I last saw my father. I was nine years...