What? Just stick to the story? Jeez, I haven’t even warmed up the keyboard and My Dad is already giving me directions, oh, sorry, GUIDANCE… 628 more words
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Godfrey muttered and “fehhed”, under his breath as we passed by a golf course. He grew quiet, all chatter oddly ceased..it could not be beets, I then asked what was wrong. 609 more words
I do not want to jinx it.
The halogen light has been shining from the back porch for seven nights, flooding the area between the butterfly garden and the backyard shed, the space where our Syracuse city skunk shot its spray into Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle at dusk eight days ago. 684 more words