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He got his brother's phone call while wiping a cabinet.
His eyes went side to side --like a cartoon character
having a conniption. Even though there was an inkling
of a nose-dive, the mind plays tricks thinking maybe;
a rally could plant the feet on terra firma again.
There was too much to express without ample time.
Junior had rehearsed the denouement until fluent, but
forty miles a...
Tuesday 4th May 2021 5:49 am
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