I wouldn't let him see me cry. Then we cut across behind the Grange and into the business section, and straight into the BBB. It is a writer’s obligation to his craft to go to bed angry, and to rise up angrier the next day. “ Questions? No, of course not, Dad.
But, like my father, he hadn’t even said goodbye when I went to get him that glass of water. My soul ached to rush out and stare up at beautyforever. They laughed at me. The word alien may be more correct thanyou think—only not in the way you think.
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