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The Violent Bear It and Grin: Part II- Wensday March 18th, 2015

“OpenĀ the windows.” June grunts. She waves her hands in no particular direction, “It’s a furnace in here.” “They’re already open.” I say, trying to turn the camper’s window hand cranks further. “They all stop half way.” “S***…” June slumps back … Continue reading

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June on the War Path: Saturday Feb 21st, 2015

“I mean, it just irks me June.” I say, hands tight on the steering wheel, looking out through the Caravan’s cracked windshield. We’re parked beside a T-Rex Fill and Go, before us is a large empty field, a deteriorating single-wide trailer squating  … Continue reading

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The Waiting Game: Valentines Day, 2015.

“I’m so glad to see so many faces here tonight. I think we may have beaten last year’s record.” Pastor Roberson, a stylish man in his mid-forties with an athletic build and expensive power haircut, goes on to thank everyone for coming, mentioning … Continue reading

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“Float On”, “Blank Space” and Other Songs You Can’t Dance Too: Tuesday Feb 10th, 2015.

“What song is that?” Grace asks. Her irritation, previously held in check by exceptional manners, is beginningĀ to bubble over. “I can hear it though the ceiling.” “What song?” I ask absently. It’s a stupid question, like asking who George Washington … Continue reading

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