Tag: Christopher Lee
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 8
Maeve and I got to the house as the sun burned, torturing our once thriving green lawn into a dried up, yellow patch of scorched earth. We brought home greasy bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches on poppyseed rolls, wrapped in tinfoil from Cherry Valley. My father was in his usual spot, asleep and snoring on…
SEAN GABLER 