Before I became a shelf-stacker and spent my evenings and nights in the aisles of the cash and carry...
On Sunday right after lunch, my father began preparing muskrat skins and cut his finger on a dirty penknife....
Wow it’s so still. Isn’t it eerie. Oh yes. So calm. Everything’s still. That’s right. Look at the rowers...
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