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Come On

My father said, “Come on,” and we walked out of the house, through the yard, and into fields on hills.  We eventually descended into a copse and there amidst the trees he took out a revolver.  “Set me up some … Continue reading

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My Brother Makes A Break For It

My brother once, well underage and long before he could even get a learner’s permit, (14 or so), in one of the worst blizzards of the year, stole my father’s car and made a run for my sister’s place. My … Continue reading

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