Harry Buschman
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Redondo Rose
She was seventy-four years old and the last forty of her years had been spent in total retirement.
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The Spectator
... he was filled with dread as though something terrible was about to happen – something he couldn’t prevent.
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- 732 reads
The Fall of France
All gone. Every bit of it gone. Why am I here? One short summer, a lifetime ago.
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The Bus to Bridgeport
He noticed her eyes were brown. It didn’t fit with the red hair; her skin didn’t either, her skin was too dark for a red-haired woman.
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