Tag: Peter Cushing
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 30
My father came home from work, clunking about the house, depressed like any other day but he kept it to himself. It made no difference how hard he worked, there would never be enough overtime to get ahead, there was just no way to earn all the money he needed to solve his problems. He…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 25
Whitestone Park was neutral, a shared space since no particular crew claimed the park but many different heads hung out there to chill because of its picturesque scenery. The backdrop for thousands of wedding pictures in cheap frames bought from Genovese. As kids we often pedaled our modified GT Performers and Mongoose BMX bicycles…
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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…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 1
“For he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.” -Henry V, Shakespeare “Greater love hath no man than this That a man will lay down his life for his friends.” -John 15:13 For Jeff Death loomed overhead, as if we had our own little private black clouds hovering above us, shadowing…
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