Musings 3: The City of Damn Henchmen
Dana’s small talk stranded me on a winding tree limb, staring down at the ground below. Her words were a spell, her eyes as clear as a crystal ball. I
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I’m satisfied being the captain, police chief, mayor, and president. I like being in charge of me. But, when I took a bite of this morning’s Bougatsa, it occurred
Musings 1: A Woman is an Imminently Boiling Pot of Water
A woman is a pot of water that doesn’t like being watched. I’m tired, though, and I could use a warm cup of coffee, whenever the water is ready. Life
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