Life at the Bottom of a Cereal Bowl Full of Fruit Loopz...
Where do I start? This story is supposed to just be about me but, here he’s hijacked my time again. It’s seventeen days after his 49th birthday he is dying in the hospital. 600 more words
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It is cold and windy out. Grey. It is as if the sun has barely been out and surely it has been unable to break through the cloud cover of this late autumn storm. 165 more words