Like waiting for spring or waiting for summer I am waiting for an apology.
Waiting for an apology is not like waiting for Christmas.
The longer it takes to get here the less you enjoy it. 15 more words
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As the last train for two weeks clanked and smoked into the white distance, Dutch Snyder murmured, “Maybe he ain’t showin’,” and squirted a brown stream of tobacco juice from the shade of the depot onto the rails, where it sizzled in the late-day Arizona sun. 226 more words