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Casual observations of hopeless degradation
The title is sarcastic, since the guardian angel in this humorous story is more like a self-serving avenger, exacting joyous payback for wrongs committed against him.
You don't read books. Books read you. You don't tell stories, stories tell you.
funeral home memories
'He simply heard his feelings and that made all the difference.'
An inquest is convened to solve a crime, and a witness is summoned to attest to the circumstances surrounding a very mysterious death.
Don't underestimate a teenager in love and a hot 1957 Plymouth.
When one day I woke into the beautiful morning, I found my dad had changed. He had started acting weird, childishly weird. All he could utter was a hollow sound...
A young lady who misses the kindness of her mother.
In America, a cat can go from rags to riches.
A girl distracts a son from a father, who had sacrificed his life for the son.
A young man comes home to find his old friend on the side of the street begging for money.
The tin rusty taste of blood in one's mouth is potent, painful, personal. What you give is what you get in this game called love.
Never made it home !
‘Man’s first act is to kill that which he does not understand; his second is to weep for that which is now lost.’—Quote from Roger Lambert, test subject.
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