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I was pressing the chicken down with the spatula when my neighbour Thom Golodner yelled my name. I untied my David apron and threw it on the smoker. I slowly climbed the porch steps and saw Thom across our adjoining fence, leaning on his porch handrail. He wore a Texas…
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The TV was giving the cat company. The voice of the anchorman set the tone for the mellow, yellow lights hanging all along the ceiling. It was barely enough light to walk, but just enough light to sit and talk. She set her laptop on the desk in front of her after the…
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