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Donna sighed as she began to clean up the coffee table.  Coffee table?  Looks like a cigarette table.   She wished Bud would control his anxieties by drinking coffee instead of smoking cigarettes.  She was scared.  For thirty-two years he had … Continue reading

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“I’ll deny it,” I thought.  “I’ll tell them some boys came by and vandalized it.” I’ve driven for seventy years with only a speeding ticket now and then, no serious accidents.   Now this is the third one in six months.  They … Continue reading

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Why do I come? Why do I continue to sit with you.  Why did I spend time with you every day although you did not know me or know that I was there?  Then you were bound to the bed, now bound … Continue reading

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