Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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You start with a “ I heard another good one the other day . ” Never mind if the truth is that you heard your precious contribution many years ago . Who can remember or who cares as long as the story is a corker ? Or a damn good one ?
You start with a “ I heard another good one the other day . ” Never mind if the truth is that you heard your precious contribution many years ago . Who can remember or who cares as long as the story is a corker ? Or a damn good one ?
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Luis heard no more as he slowly unwrapped the other package . It was a book he had meant to send Corazon . Now he had to hand it himself and wanted to be sure about the dedication . “ Cora , ” it read , “ on Christmas Day this , a tale ...
Luis heard no more as he slowly unwrapped the other package . It was a book he had meant to send Corazon . Now he had to hand it himself and wanted to be sure about the dedication . “ Cora , ” it read , “ on Christmas Day this , a tale ...
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He heard distant fragments of music . He became fascinated once more by the lanterns swinging gently in the wind and flinging their subdued challenge to the dark . At Oscar's store , twin oversized lanterns hung over the doorway which ...
He heard distant fragments of music . He became fascinated once more by the lanterns swinging gently in the wind and flinging their subdued challenge to the dark . At Oscar's store , twin oversized lanterns hung over the doorway which ...
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How to Grow Old Gracefuly | 7 |
Take It Easy Learn to Look and Listen | 12 |
Laughter the Sweetest Music | 15 |
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