One of the receptionists at my office told me that even though it's St. Patrick's Day today, I can't come to work drunk. Posting this picture will have to make up for that.
THE CROSSROADS - Fiction by L.L. Hundal & Steve Miller
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The Crossroads
The slam of the car door echoed through the night like a gunshot, followed
immediately by the screech of tires on asphalt. Jess stood frozen...
1 day ago
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