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The Visitor (4+Final)

I couldn’t attend the funeral. I just couldn’t possibly. The night he died I didn’t sleep. In fact, I have rarely slept since.
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The Visitor (3)

My Father

The Visitor (2)

The Letter
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The Visitor (1)

The Visitor
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The Singing Santa - Part 2 - A Craven Danger Mystery

“Mr. Danger!” said Betty. “I got ya a job! And ya don’t gotta solve a thing. All ya gotta do is sing, just like ya do in the office when ya think no one’s listening.”

Time flies on butterfly wings (Lyrics) (Deleted stories)

1st Verse: There’s a miser making money; piling up his shining gold but his world is never sunny and his heart is always cold. There’s a world beyond his window

Beautiful Music (A ragtime tune for Ukulele) (deleted stories)

1st Verse: I was sitting on a sandy seashore beneath the shade of a cocoanut tree when I met a hula – honey; she sure showed a lotta Honolulu to me. She was a girl with a ukulele;

action vowed

need we mention to mr. hope & change that action vowed isn’t a question of identifying & stigmatizing the “mentally ill,” as if they were all wielding guns? need we mention to

disenchanted nakedness

though during you may very well let it all pass, directly afterwards, you do your best to forget the lies you had to tell when all the clothes were off,

waning affection

perhaps it was the amount of time that you waited to reciprocate, perhaps you spent too long thinking about it, perhaps you had other things on the table, perhaps you found yourself looking

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