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Shots in the Dark

My dad says that when I was little, before I could even read, I would "read" to him. Instead of him reading me the bed time story I would be the storyteller, making up the words on the page as I went. Let me read it to you, Dad. My dad got engaged over the… Continue reading Shots in the Dark

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Traffic

Traffic. I never seem to do well with it. I live maybe only 10 minutes away from my job but a couple nights ago, no not on Friday, it took me almost 30 minutes. The road I live on was backed up to kingdom come and police were everywhere. There had been an accident, but… Continue reading Traffic