Even though I try to polish the way I write, I do believe in the power of swearing, and I am strongly opposed to anyone…
When he squinted real hard, and stared way off toward the horizon, it almost looked like he was home. Not that he was, or had ever been. The closest he’d known to a home for years were these stinking Doc Marten steel-toes that needed a fresh wrap of…
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