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I Never Could Find My Way Out of a Paper Bag, at Least I Don’t Cry About It

Believe me, I cried a lot.

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I was a little kid, I can’t remember how old I was, but it doesn’t make a difference, whenever, I would get lost, then I would get frustrated and upset-this persisted into my twenties.

As an adult, it sometimes takes me hours to go and come back from a trip, a trip…




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Lawson Wallace

Lawson Wallace

62-year-old married guy, I have been writing stories for years, but never submitted or published anything. I write about my successes and failures, everything.

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