Wrong Porch, Right Now
My name is Gerald, I am fifty-four years old, and until eight months ago I lived a life of quiet dignity in a suburb where the only thing…
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My name is Gerald, I am fifty-four years old, and until eight months ago I lived a life of quiet dignity in a suburb where the only thing…
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The fall happened on a Tuesday.
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I parked the Mustang across the street and killed the engine.
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A chocolate tour in Belgium.
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The Oak Crossing, Field of Orchard, Quartz Pen, Sundown Island